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And the worst part was that she desperately wanted to be wrong.
CHAPTER 37
As soon as the helicopter landed, Yamini stepped out and walked straight to the office wing.
She didn't stop to greet anyone.
She didn't knock.
The heavy teak doors swung open and hit the stone wall with a sharp crack.
She stepped inside for the first time.
The room was larger than she had imagined. Stone walls. Dark walnut paneling. A wide desk sat in exact symmetry beneath tall windows that looked out over the mountains. Every file was stacked in perfect alignment. A pen lay parallel to the desk's edge. There were no photographs, clutter, or softness.
The room felt exactly like him. Ordered. Impenetrable. Giving nothing away.
Bharat sat behind the desk, signing a document. He finished the line, placed the pen down, and closed the file.
Only then did he look up.
“Yamini.”
She didn't sit.
“Did you orchestrate my divorce?” she asked.
The air in the room changed.
There was no change of expression on his handsome face.
He didn't deny it.
Her pulse slammed harder.
“You sent those photos,” she said. “You made sure I saw exactly what I needed to see. You made the legal process move fast. You made sure he couldn't fight it.”
He said nothing.
“You destroyed him completely.”
He still said nothing.
That silence was worse than a denial would have been.
She had come here hoping he would deny it. She realized that now.
“And then the environmental event,” she continued. “You were the chief guest. You knew I'd be there.” She let out a short, hollow laugh. “Days later, I get a generous PR offer from a third party. And the client turns out to be your steel factories.”
He didn't respond.
“You knew who I was the entire time. You let me believe I found that opportunity on my own.”
Her breathing grew uneven.
“And then I proposed to you,” she said, her voice shaking with anger now. “I challenged you in the heat of the moment. And you agreed immediately.”
She looked directly at him.
