“And to think, Queena was just trying to convince me not to be angry with you,” Matthew said, his voice dripping with disdain. “She was hoping we could reconcile. But seeing you like this—so bitter and cruel—I realize there’s no point. The thought of spending the rest of my life with someone so vindictive makes my skin crawl.”
Yvonne remained seated across from them. Though she had to look up at them, her presence was anything but subservient.
“You two were kissing when I walked in, weren’t you? Quite the peacemaker, that Queena. A few more minutes and she would’ve convinced you right into bed.”
Her words hit their mark. The pair, still clinging to each other, visibly stiffened.
“I—I couldn’t help myself. It was all my fault. Yvonne, please don’t blame Matthew…” Queena covered her face and ran out of the room, sobbing.
“Queena!” Matthew started to go after her, but Yvonne blocked his path.
“Let me remind you, Matthew, this is your one and only chance to settle this privately. Miss it, and we’ll see each other in court.”
Matthew froze, his eyes cold as he stared at her. “I’m not in the mood to fight with you, Yvonne. We can part ways peacefully, but only if you issue a public clarification that Queena was not the other woman.”
“And why would I do that for a homewrecker?” Yvonne asked, crossing her legs with a mocking air.
His face a hard mask, Matthew pulled a file from his executive desk and slammed it down in front of her. “This is for ten percent of the company’s shares. I’m prepared to buy you out at market value. Look it over. If there are no issues, you can sign it.”
He delivered the offer with the same condescending grace he might use for a charitable donation.
Yvonne didn’t even touch the document. Her crystal-clear eyes met his. “I’ll accept a buyout, but I want double the market value.”

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