Chapter 18 Yvette Doesn't Let Me Get In the Car

My heart immediately sank as I saw Yvette approach, holding the gift bag. Was this really for me, a gift for our anniversary, or had it been meant for Randall all along? My mind raced, caught between disbelief and a flicker of hope. She got closer, and the tension grew as the conflicting emotions of doubt and unexpected anticipation battled inside me. It wasn't until the car door opened that my thoughts shattered completely. Without a trace of emotion on her face, she looked at me, her lips barely moving. "Get out." I froze, unable to process the words. "What did you say?" Her gaze was cold as she repeated, "Get out." Samson, startled, glanced back at her but said nothing. I looked at the gift bag in her hand and bitterly smiled at myself. What was I thinking? Why would she give me a gift? I had no right to expect anything. Fixing my eyes on hers, I asked, "Why? You invited me to the gathering, but now you want me to get out? What's going on?" She had asked me to come to entert