Chapter 23
Daphne wasn’t backing down. “If you think you can move that mistress into my house, then I’ll destroy it. I’ll deal with any consequences. Whatever happens, happens.”
She’d had enough. If Wilson wanted to play this game, she’d make sure he regretted it. She didn’t
care if she had to go without the divorce certificate–she’d make him sweat it out and see who got
desperate first.
“Unless the asset division meets my expectations, vonne can forget about taking my place as
Mrs Farrell.”
Daphne leaned in, her voice cold. “As long as I’m here, she’ll always be the other woman. Do you
get that?”
This divorce wasn’t just about spite–Daphne needed those assets. They were the capital she needed to start her new company
“Try me,” Wilson muttered, signaling to his lawyer
The lawyer immediately adjusted his glasses and opened a folder, pulling out a photo.
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It was a photo of Daphne in the hospital with Sebastian holding her in his arms, looking concerned as he measured her temperature with his forehead. The photo, intimate and vulnerable, didn’t look good at all.
Coby slid the photo toward Daphne. “This came from Mr. Farrell’s files. What do you have to say
about it?”
Daphne looked at it, her eyes narrowing. She recognized this to be the moment she felt sick and Sebastian rushed to her side. It didn’t matter to her what anyone thought about the photo–it was just a simple act of care
Yvonne, however, spoke up smugly, “Daphne, how could you do this? You’re not even divorced yet, and here you are, cozying up to someone else.”
Daphne’s eyes flashed with anger. “You think you can lecture me about loyalty when you’re hanging on to a married man? Let’s be clear–who’s the one with no shame here?”
She wanted to slap the smug look off Yvonne’s face, but the IV in her arm made her too weak to
act
Sensing the tension. Sebastian leaned in casually, as voice smooth but firm “Wow, you look pretty good in the photo, Daphne And frankly, we make a better match than your ex–husband does with his mistress
Yvonne’s face went white with rage. Im not trying to seduce Wilson! I just love him, okay? And Mr Turner, I know you care about Daphne, but that doesn’t mean you need to insult me like this-
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Daphne cut her off with a sharp laugh. “Please, spate me. Do you think I’m buying into your little act? You’re nothing but a drama queen. Maybe you should try something new instead of
pretending to be so innocent. Enough, Yvonne, you’re disgusting.”
Daphne was tired of the fake tears. She picked up a glass from the table and hurled it at Yvonne
while yelling, “Get the hell out of here!”
The glass hit her arm, the glass shards cutting her
Wilson immediately shielded Yvonne, his body tense with anger. “Daphne, you’ve got the nerve to judge Yvonne when you’re over here tangled up with Sebastian?”
Sebastian stepped between them, his presence commanding. His measured voice carried an undeniable power “Mr. Farrell, if you’re going to act like an idiot, maybe get your eyes checked Don’t let some clueless mistress drag down your intelligence. I’ve lost all respect for you.”
Wilson’s glare was sharp “Watch your mouth, Sebastian!”
The two men locked eyes, and tension thickened in the ward. The air felt like it might crackle
Yvonne, sensing the escalating situation, tugged at Wilson’s sleeve. “Wilson, don’t let it get to you. I must have said something wrong to upset Daphne. Don’t fight with Mr. Turner over me.”
Daphne could see right through her–Yvonne was a master manipulator, and Daphne wasn’t
fooled.
Wilson, clearly more concerned about Yvonne’s injury than anything else, finally relented He warned Daphne before giving his subordinates orders for a doctor to come and bandage Yvonne’s wound
Once Yvonne was patched up, Wilson stood over Daphne, his posture cold and commanding. “I’m giving you two choices, Daphne Either you leave with nothing, or…”
He tossed the photo onto her hospital bed, his eyes cold as ice. “You understand what I mean?” Daphne knew exactly what this meant If that photo got out, it could ruin everything.
