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.

sign it. Divorce him

the issue right now. What mattered was that Dan Blackwell-head of

had to

was ragged.

self-assured, made her blood

though, Dan caught

don't care who was at The Night Owl that night,"

care?" she spat, furious. "You lying jerk,

free hand-and this time, the slap landed, echoing through the

Dan's face darkened instantly.

"Did you

voice was tight, barely masking a

Instantly, Yvonne remembered the night she and Xander got their marriage license-the same night Dan had pulled his stunt. That wasn't just about humiliating Xander. It had

boiled over, but her strength was gone. She tried to

a weak push than

was

bastard, why are you

she walked in, but now she felt weak all over. Dan, meanwhile,

Was there... an antidote?

her eyes. "There's a

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