After a day of rest, Yvonne returned to the set.


    She had been in the hospital for a week, and the production was behind schedule. For the next month, she was constantly filming. During that time, there were two more attempts on her life. The first time, her stunt harness was tampered with. The second, her lunchbox was poisoned.


    Thanks to her police training and Bet''s constant presence, both attempts were thwarted. They even caught one of the culprits, but he was just a low-level thug who knew nothing.


    A monthter, Yvonne''s scenes wereplete. She flew back to Istra the same day for her court date with Matthew.


    The trial was public, and Yvonne had Sandra arrange for plenty of press coverage.


    On the day of the hearing, the courtroom was packed. Besides Yvonne and Matthew with their respectivewyers, Mrs. Gonzalez was there with Verna. George, Teresa, Jeffrey, and Queena were also present.


    Grace and Windy had even flown in from Vexel to support Yvonne.


    The gallery was filled with reporters, fans, and curious members of the public, making it feel more like a movie premiere than a legal proceeding.


    Yvonne sat at the intiff''s table with herwyer.


    Bet sat in the front row of the gallery, close enough to keep her in his line of sight.


    Matthew and hiswyer sat at the defendant''s table, both looking grim. Even now, Matthew couldn''t quite believe Yvonne had actually sued him.


    Yvonne''swyer, hired by Sandra, wasn''t a multi-million-dor superstar, but he was a top professional in his field.


    More importantly, their evidence was irond. They had the original bank transfer receipt, which was clearly marked as an investment. They also had documents proving the source of the funds: the child support Mr. and Mrs. Spencer had paid her. The dates and amounts all matched up.


    It was undeniable proof that Yvonne was hispany''s original investor.


    The original Yvonne had treasured these documents as a memento of her love for Matthew Now, they were evidence in court. The cony was bitter.


    Matthew''swyer presented some circumstantial evidence, and Queena took the stand as a witness.


    She sat there, her eyes wet and glistening, ying the part of the pitiful victim.


    She insisted the investment money


    was hers, raised by selling her


    jewele


    But she had no receipts-not


    for the transfer To C


    for the transfer not for the jewelry sales. Her ims were empty words.


    She pleaded with the court to believe her, on the verge of tears.


    It was an act that always worked on the Spencers and Matthew.


    But a court ofw deals in evidence, not theatrics.


    "Do either of you have any further evidence to present?" the judge asked.


    "The intiff rests," Yvonne''swyer said.


    "The defendant rests," Matthew''swyer replied, his face sinking. The trial wasn''t officially over, but the oue was clear.


    A low murmur spread through the gallery as reporters prepared to pounce.


    "It''s a ssic story of a man kicking his loyal partner to the curb once he makes it


    big."


    "Exactly. That poor girl helped him


    when he had nothing, and as soon


    as he sessful, be runs off with his that are the St love. Men like worst."


    "He ditches the woman who helped him when he was nobody. Disgusting."