Xavier stood at the doorway, looking at the familiar figure inside. Though it had only been a fortnight since he last saw her, it felt like an eternity. The bodyguards retreated, standing outside. When Xavier stepped in, the atmosphere in the room grew tense.

"I thought I made myself very clear," Yvette said.

Xavier moved closer, his face obscured by the backlighting, making his expression unreadable. He said nothing as he stared at Yvette intensely, not looking away for a moment.

Uncomfortable under his gaze, Yvette took a step back.

"Matthew already gave you the money, right? We're done," she continued.

Still, Xavier remained silent, his deep eyes reflecting only her silhouette. He slowly raised his hand, but before he could place it on her shoulder, Yvette took a few more steps back to avoid his touch. Taking a deep breath, Yvette asked, "What do you want?"

Xavier's hand froze in mid-air, his lips parting slightly as he spoke firmly, "I want you to come home with me."

"Home?" Yvette laughed bitterly. "What home? Dewberry Manor? That was never my home."

She was repeating the very words Xavier had once said to her.

Xavier had never imagined that Yvette would be able to wound him so deeply. Those few words she had uttered made him feel terrible.

"We're not divorced!" he insisted.

name!" Yvette shot

his chest. Losing control,

my bed last month! Do you want me to repeat how

him hard across

of a company. Don't you understand what it means to put on an act? Or what it means to part

every attempt to seduce him was just an

stung, but the pain in as even worse. He

his

felt this way

had been betrayed and

in a way he never had before, he

love Daphne. I

I

my mother. I.., promise it won't happen

had never lowered himself so

gaze remained cold and firm. While some wounds healed

had subjected her to silent treatment and

impossible for her to trust any man or believe in

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