Chapter 23

Daphne refused to back down. "If you think you can move that mistress into my house, I'll destroy it. I'll face the consequences. Whatever happens, happens."

She'd had enough. If Wilson wanted to play games, she would make him regret it. She didn't care if she had to forgo the divorce settlement—she would make him sweat it out and see who cracked first.

"Unless the asset division meets my expectations, Yvonne 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 understand?"

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 adjusted his glasses, opened a folder, and produced a photograph. It was a picture of Daphne in the hospital, with Sebastian holding her and looking concerned as he checked her temperature. The intimate and vulnerable photo was highly damaging.

Coby slid the photo toward Daphne. "This came from Mr. Farrell's files. What do you have to say about it?"

Daphne examined it, her eyes narrowing. She recognized the moment she'd felt ill and Sebastian had rushed to her side. It didn't matter what anyone thought—it was 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 clinging to a married man? Let's be clear—who's the shameless one here?"

She wanted to slap the smug look off Yvonne's face, but the IV in her arm weakened her.

Sensing the tension, Sebastian leaned in casually, his 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. "I'm 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!"

Daphne cut her off with a sharp laugh. "Spare me. Do you think I believe your 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."

Tired of the fake tears, Daphne picked up a glass from the table and hurled it at Yvonne, yelling, "Get the hell out of here!" The glass struck her arm, the shards cutting her.

Wilson immediately shielded Yvonne, his body tense with anger. "Daphne, you have the nerve to judge Yvonne when you're involved with Sebastian?"

Sebastian stepped between them, his commanding presence undeniable. His measured voice carried power. "Mr. Farrell, if you're going to act like an idiot, perhaps get your eyes checked. Don't let some clueless mistress diminish your intelligence. I've lost all respect for you."

Wilson glared. "Watch your mouth, Sebastian!"

The two men locked eyes, tension thickening in the ward. The air crackled.

Yvonne, sensing the escalation, tugged at Wilson's sleeve. "Wilson, don't let this get to you. I must have said something wrong to upset Daphne. Don't fight with Mr. Turner over me."

Daphne saw through her—Yvonne was a master manipulator, and Daphne wasn't fooled.

Wilson, clearly more concerned about Yvonne's injury, finally relented. He warned Daphne before ordering his subordinates to summon a doctor to bandage Yvonne's wound.

Once Yvonne was treated, 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 icy. "You understand what I mean?" Daphne knew exactly what this meant. If that photo got out, it could ruin everything.