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Yvonne's POV

I rolled my eyes. “So romantic,” I said sarcastically.

He grinned. “I told you, this has nothing to do with romance. It’s all about business. You keep your job and I get to keep my company. We have a kid—a son—together and you get everything you want, and so do I.”

“A kid? I can’t believe you expect me to pop out a kid just so it can have your name. Do you plan on being a father or just slapping your last name on the child’s birth certificate?” I growled, still trying to get my head around the idea of having a baby without any love or plans for the father to be involved in the baby’s life.

“Will you take the ring?” he said, ignoring all my arguments.

I stared at the diamond. I loved the ring. No matter what had happened between us, the ring did mean a little something to me. I sighed, really wishing I would have poured the glass of wine and ignored the door.

“Fine,” I grumbled, surprising myself by my easy acceptance.

“Fine?” he sai