Robert’s skin color deepened until it was almost purple. “I could get fired for this. My boss thinks that I screwed up, that I’m playing both sides now, and that’s because of you.”

“Oh? Well, that’s your problem.”

He straightened and adjusted his tie. “No. It’s going to be your problem.”

His bitterness had Raj looking up. There was that sharp edginess in his expression, the one that told her he was about to cheat to get his way. Raj adjusted her blazer over her shoulders like a cape.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Of course not. That’s illegal.” He straightened the knot of his tie. “But if you think my reputation isn’t important to you, then you obviously haven’t thought about what this could look like to the board at the Gen One. How do you plan on becoming the head of the foundation if your personal life is in chaos? Divorcing one man while obviously sleeping with another?”

“I plan on leading the same way I’ve always led my business. If they don’t like it, they can go to hell,” Raj said calmly, even as her heart raced at the thought of not getting the foundation position. She’d worked through a potential backup plan, just in case she didn’t secure her seat, but that plan had included Ajay by her side.

By her side.

Dammit, she was starting to understand what his expectations were.

“Robert,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “With the company sale, I’ll be flush and have some time to reassess my priorities. You know, I haven’t been to Bali yet.”

“This is a joke to you?” His voice was back to a reasonable volume. “Well, how about this one? WTA is still a major shareholder of Bharat. My company has every right to propose that Bharat stop the acquisition.”

She froze, but kept her calm, cool expression firmly in place. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“By filing an injunction.”

“On what grounds?”

“Bharat can’t buy you out if you’re in the middle of litigation.”

She felt a prickle at the back of her neck. There was something she’d missed, something she hadn’t planned on happening that Robert obviously had. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not in the middle of litigation.”

“Oh? What do you think your divorce is?”

“We’re settling,” she bit out.

“Not anymore.” His grin was ugly now, and all of the good memories she’d had of him over the years, the late-night TV shows, the heated arguments over business, the friendly meals that one would have with a roommate, were tainted forever.

“You’d seriously stop our divorce for WTA? For a company that probably thinks of you as disposable?”