Matthew, however, was covered in blood, but she didn’t even spare him a glance.
“Queena!” he cried out in disbelief.
She acted as if she hadn’t heard him, continuing to fuss over Oscar. “Oscar, are you hurt anywhere else? Let me take you to the hospital to get checked out.”
Oscar brushed her off impatiently. “Deal with your ex. I don’t have time to clean up your messes.” With that, he pushed through the crowd and stalked away.
“Oscar! Oscar!” Queena called, trying to follow, but Matthew grabbed her arm.
“Queena, I’m hurt too! I’m bleeding! Can’t you see?”
“You’re the one who started the fight. You deserve to be hurt,” she snapped.
“I did it for you! You’re my girlfriend, and you were in a hotel with another man! How could you do this to me?” Matthew demanded, his eyes red with rage and pain.
“Let’s break up,” Queena said dismissively. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore, so don’t come looking for me.”
“Why?” Matthew asked, incredulous. “Did Chairman Spencer force you to do this again?”
“Nobody forced me. I’m breaking up with you. Matthew, have you looked in a mirror lately? Look at what a pathetic mess you are. You’re not worthy of me! Wake up, Matthew, you’re not the great Mr. Gonzalez anymore!” she sneered.
She had played the part of the supportive partner for long enough, hoping he would make a comeback. But the useless failure was hitting dead ends everywhere. He couldn’t even afford to buy her jewelry and bags anymore, yet he had the audacity to lecture her about not being as devoted as Yvonne. Queena had had enough.



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