Matthew strode over to her, his voice tight with suppressed anger.


    "I know you''re jealous that I got Queena this role, so you''ve been targeting her, making her life miserable. But Queena has the looks and the talent to make it big one day. You don''t need to waste your energy trying topete with her.


    "Once we''re married, I won''t allow you to parade yourself around in the


    entertainment industry. If you want to be thedy of the Gonzalez family, you''ll stay home and be a proper wife and mother.


    "I''ll let it slide this time you instigating my mother to humiliate Queena, ruining her reputation. But if it happens again, I won''t be so forgiving."


    Yvonne listened patiently, resisting the overwhelming urge to p him.


    "Are you done?" she asked, turning to face him. "Matthew, did you get your ideas from a Victorian novel? You sound ridiculous."


    "Yvonne!" he roared, but before he could continue his tirade, a sheaf of papers hit him squarely in the chest.


    He instinctively caught them and saw it was an agreement to terminate their engagement.


    Stunned, he flipped through the pages. When he saw Yvonne''s condition for the breakup—10% of hispany''s shares—he let out a bitter, incredulousugh.


    "Ten percent of mypany? You think you''re worth that much?!"


    Even in a divorce, he would never give herpany shares. A cash settlement, maybe, but never a piece of thepany itself.


    Yvonne had anticipated this reaction. She was prepared. She unfolded a bank transfer receipt and held it in front of him.


    "Remember this? When the Gonzalez family went bankrupt, you were desperate. No one would help you. This three-million-dor transfer is what allowed you to start yourpany. As your angel investor, I''m entitled to a lot more than just ten percent."


    "How do you have this? It was Queena who helped me back then. Did you steal this from her?!" he demanded, his eyes fixed on the receipt.


    Yvonne stared at him, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly stabbing her in the chest.


    She instinctively pressed a hand to her heart. The original Yvonne''s residual emotions were a real nuisance.


    Back then, when the Gonzalez family had fallen from grace, Matthew was scraping by, unable to raise the initial capital for his venture.


    The original Yvonne couldn''t bear to see the man she loved, once so proud, being rejected at every turn. She had knelt before Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, begging them to help Matthew.


    But with the Gonzalez family bankrupt, the Spencers saw no profit in it and refused.


    For the first time in her life, Yvonne defied them, demanding the years of child support they owed her.


    They had reluctantly paid up, but their dislike for her only grew, and Queena took the opportunity to humiliate her.


    "The Gonzalez family is broke, Matthew''s a pauper, and you''re still shamelessly clinging to him. How pathetic. A toad like you deserves a pauper."


    After getting the money, Yvonne, worried about wounding Matthew''s pride, didn''t give it to him directly. Instead, she sent it as an anonymous investment through the bank.


    To think that Queena had ended up taking all the credit. It wasughable.


    "She says she helped you, and I say I did. Matthew, who do you believe?" Yvonne''s voice trembled slightly, colored by the lingering emotions of the gift whose body she now girl


    upied.


    "Yvonne, if you''re going to lie, at least make it believable. How could you possibly have had three million dors to give me?" Matthew


    retorted without a moment''s hesitation:


    His wordsnded, and thest vestiges of the original Yvonne''s feelings seemed to evaporate. To be this utterly disappointed must be a pain that pierces not just the heart, but the soul.


    The girl had stood by him through five years of hardship, and he couldn''t even offer her the most basic level of trust.


    Yvonne''s gaze turned to ice. "Believe what you want. In that case, Matthew, I''ll see you in court."