Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 715

“Now everyone in Istra knows you’ve made a giant cuckold out of me! I can only imagine how they’re all laughing at me behind my back!” Mr. Powell yelled, pointing at Nelly.

Nelly shoved his hand away and screamed back, “You bastard! Who do you think I did all this for? You! Do you think I wanted to sleep with that Marshall? He’s as fat as a pig now, and I feel sick just having him on top of me. I did it for you! For this family!”

“Your investments abroad failed, and we were forced to come back here. Do you think it’s so easy to make a comeback in Istra? People move on, and our old connections are useless now. I have to put on a smile every single day and flatter so many people. Do you think I enjoy being this degraded?”

Nelly collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.

Mr. Powell slumped down beside her, his face grim.

“Couldn’t you have been more discreet about your affairs? Now everyone knows! You’ve completely disgraced the Powell family name!”

“How was I supposed to know we’d be photographed by reporters? Do you think I wanted this notoriety?” Nelly shot back angrily.

“Alright, what do we do now?” Mr. Powell asked.

Mr. Powell had always been indecisive. He was hesitant in business and investments and couldn’t handle other matters well either, which was how he’d managed to squander the Powell family’s vast fortune.

“Maybe we should just go abroad again. It's better than having people point fingers at us here.”

“No!” Nelly cut him off immediately. “We’ve sold off almost all our assets overseas. Do you want to go back to living in poverty? I have no intention of suffering with you.”

“What then? Do you want to keep being a whore, sleeping with other men?” Mr. Powell snapped.

Nelly glared at him so fiercely that he didn't dare say another word.

“My reputation is ruined, but we still have Mignon. As long as Mignon marries into the Thompson family and becomes its future matriarch, we’ll still be able to live a life of luxury.”

Mr. Powell said, “Stop dreaming. Why would the Thompson family ever let Mignon marry in?”

Yvonne thought the man’s stamina was simply incredible. After a full day of work, he would drive two hours back and still have the energy to spend half the night making love to her.

She felt like this was hardly recuperating; it was more exhausting than filming.

When they were finished late at night, Bennett would carry Yvonne to the bathroom for a bath.

After her bath, Yvonne would lie in bed while Bennett gently and meticulously dried

her hair with a blow-dryer.

Before her hair was even dry, Yvonne would fall asleep.

She would sleep soundly until morning, and when she woke up, the spot beside her in bed would already be empty.