Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 7

The moonlight framed him, making him look like a god descending from the heavens.

He smiled at her, a warm, radiant smile.

“Stop crying,” he said gently. “Your eyes will get all puffy, and you won’t be pretty anymore. I’ll get you out of here.”

The moment his warm hand pulled her out of that lab, it felt as though he had pulled her out of an endless abyss.

A young girl’s heart was lost forever.

Matthew had originally been Queena’s fiancé.

But five years ago, Mr. Gonzalez was imprisoned for financial crimes, and the Gonzalez family went bankrupt. Matthew fell from grace, from a golden boy to a pauper who could barely afford to eat.

Disgusted by his poverty, Queena had callously pushed him onto Yvonne.

And that foolish girl, Yvonne, had stood by him during his darkest days, quietly supporting him as he clawed his way out of the mire.

To raise start-up capital for him, she had knelt before Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, begging them for the child support they owed her for all the years she was gone.

Her parents only grew to detest her more.

“So you came back to us after all these years just to get your hands on the Spencer family’s money,” George had sneered.

“All that faking sickness and threatening suicide was just for money,” Teresa had lamented, heartbroken. “How could I have given birth to such a morally bankrupt child? I wish Queena were my real daughter.”

The girl took the money she’d earned through humiliation, but fearing it would wound Matthew’s pride, she transferred it to him anonymously as an investment.

It was with that money that Matthew made his comeback, becoming the tech mogul he was today.

A tech mogul with a net worth in the billions—a prize that once again caught Queena’s eye.

“Yvonne, do you believe me when I say that if I wanted to, I could just beckon with my finger, and he’d come crawling back to me like a pathetic little dog?” Queena had taunted, her confidence absolute.

“And what if it was real?” Yvonne cut him off sharply.

“Did it ever cross your mind that if I were actually being kidnapped, I would be in real, life-threatening danger? Even a complete stranger would have called the police. But you, my fiancé, saw me in peril and did nothing.”

“Matthew,” she spat, “you’re not just a terrible fiancé, you’re a pathetic excuse for a human being.”

Yvonne pointed toward the door, her voice shaking with fury. “Get out. I don’t want to see you again.”

Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white. If he didn’t leave, she was going to beat him to a pulp. But she had to maintain some semblance of the original girl’s character, and years of closeness meant he knew her. A physical fight would be too out of character.

After Matthew scurried away, Yvonne cleaned up the mess on the floor, took a quick shower, and went to bed.

Her last assignment as an undercover cop had left her in a constant state of high alert. She hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep in years.

All Yvonne wanted was to sleep soundly, but in the middle of the night, a sharp pain in her chest from her heart condition woke her.