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Dan acted like he hadn't heard a word she'd said.

He reached into the cabinet, pulling out a folder he'd prepared earlier. There was even a pen clipped on top.

Without a word, Dan handed it to Yvonne.

She looked at him, cold and unblinking, her gaze darting to the title on the folder.

When she saw the words "Divorce Agreement," Yvonne let out a cold, almost amused laugh. "What's this? Trying to play the old prenup game with me?"

Everyone in high society knew how these transactional marriages worked. Sometimes the ink was barely dry on the marriage license before the divorce paperwork was ready, too.

She sneered, "Who do you think you are, trying to pull this crap with me?"

Did Yvonne look like some desperate woman trading her dignity for a few steak dinners and a penthouse suite? She wasn't here to play these games.

Dan's voice was steady. "It's the divorce agreement for you and Xander."

Yvonne froze. "What?!"

She looked up at him, her eyes stormy and wild.

Dan watched her emotions flicker, then sat down on the edge of the bed, nudging the divorce agreement closer.

it. Divorce him

was that Dan Blackwell-head of the Black Gate family-wasn't about to play

Yvonne had to

breathing was ragged.

make decisions for her, so cool and self-assured, made her blood boil.

time, though, Dan caught

The Night Owl that night,"

lying jerk, what's this little act you're putting

with her free hand-and this

Dan's face darkened instantly.

you slap

was tight, barely masking a jealous

Yvonne remembered the night she and Xander got their marriage license-the same night Dan had pulled his

was gone. She

it was more a weak push than

but Yvonne was

why are

felt weak all over. Dan, meanwhile, had been sitting in

Was there... an antidote?

in her eyes. "There's a