?Chapter 16:


    Ste wasn’t sure why the rule had been changed so suddenly, but given how awkward herst exchange with William had been, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he had changed the rule because of it.


    Still, this was her one shot at changing her current life, and she wasn’t about to let it go to waste. If William had misunderstood her, she’d clear things up—no matter what it took.


    “William’s brilliant when ites to research,” Lainey gushed. “But let’s be real. The Briggs family basically owns half of Briset. He’s their only heir, so I figure he’s just here enjoying some freedom before heading back to take over the empire.”


    Whether it was admiration or fascination, Lainey clearly loved talking about him. Ste said nothing, her expression unreadable and her thoughts tucked far away.


    William’s family wealth didn’t impress her. In her eyes, he was simply a fellow researcher—nothing more, nothing less.


    What his family owned or controlled had absolutely nothing to do with her goals.


    All she wanted was this opportunity—to get her foot in the door and never look back.


    Lainey, mid-ramble, suddenly lit up with a mischievous grin and elbowed Ste. “Hey, imagine if you actually won over William. Wouldn’t that drive your pathetic husband crazy? Just picture it—once this project wraps up, you’d have both a thriving career and a man who’s way better than Marc. Sounds like a win-win, doesn’t it?”


    Ste let out a softugh. Lainey’s imagination never failed to amaze her.


    Right now, her mind wasser-focused on research. Men, love, or revenge—none of that had a ce in her current world. Getting into the team was all that mattered.


    So, if William was truly the one rechecking the list, then she needed to speak with him directly.


    But then, this wasn’t the right ce—not here at the research institute with so many people watching. She needed a better time and a more private setting to approach him.


    Ste looked up and asked calmly, “Lainey, can you help me get a moment alone with Mr. Briggs?”


    Lainey’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Of course! Leave it to me!” A private meeting?


    She was already daydreaming about being their matchmaker.


    With that settled, Ste felt a small sense of relief and threw herself back into her work.


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    That afternoon, when she got home, she didn’t expectpany, but Marc was there, sitting on the sofa like he belonged.


    He lounged casually, flipping through a magazine while she silently changed out of her shoes by the door.


    The moment he saw her, he stood up with a smile. “You’re home. Are you hungry? I can ask the kitchen to make something.”


    He wore that same warm, attentive mask, acting like there had never been betrayal, never been distance.


    Ste couldn’t help but find his act utterly ridiculousughable, even. Marc used to tell her he was swamped with work, iming he couldn’t make it home regrly. And she had believed him.


    Back then, before she learned the truth about him and Haley, she had trusted his every word. She never once questioned why he stayed outte or didn’t show up at all.


    But now that everything hade to light, now that the illusion had shattered, he suddenly had all this free time toe back and y house?


    If work had really kept him so busy before, then how was he finding the time now?


    “I’m not hungry. Eat by yourself.” Her voice was cold, detached. She didn’t have the strength or desire to sit across from him and pretend things were normal. Even his smile made her sick.


    She headed upstairs without sparing him another nce, but Marc’s brows knitted together, clearly displeased.


    “Ste, skipping meals isn’t good for your health. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll have my assistant bring it.”


    Ste paused at the bottom of the staircase, turned back slightly, and lifted an eyebrow. “Looking at you ruins my appetite.”


    That shut him up. He nced at the fading bruise on her head and knew she was saying it to humiliate him. Still, her words stung more than he expected. After a brief silence, he took a deep breath and tried again, “Didn’t you once say you wanted to visit Hoxphis for a vacation? I’ll be free next month. Let’s go together.”


    Her brows lifted again. She had brought up the idea of visiting Hoxphis more than once after they got married, but Marc always brushed it aside, either ming work or promising he’d “arrange itter.”


    Now, out of nowhere, he was eager for a trip? If she hadn’t pulled the plug on thepany’s coboration, she knew full well he wouldn’t have even considered taking time off during such a crucial phase.


    His efforts to please her now were painfully obvious. Anyone could see right through it. It wasn’t about love or reconciliation—it was about the patent she controlled.


    Just for that patent, he was now magically clearing his schedule and pretending to be the devoted husband again.


    To Marc, both she and Haley were just stepping stones to power, and nothing more.


    Ste let out a dryugh. “I don’t want to go to Hoxphis anymore. I’ve got better things to do. If you’re still set on that trip, why don’t you take Haley instead?”


    Marc’s expression turned stormy the moment she said that. “Ste, don’t talk to me like that. I hate it.”


    Her bluntness annoyed him. He had apologized, hadn’t he? Why couldn’t she just move on?


    He really did want to take her to Hoxphis.


    It wasn’t like he ever held back when it came to making her happy, so what more did she want from him?


    “Then how exactly am I supposed to talk to you?” she said sharply. “Should I just sit down and have a pleasant little heart-to-heart?”


    Her sarcasm dripped like acid, but Marc missed the jabpletely. “Yeah, we should definitely talk,” he replied seriously.


    That made Steugh—not from amusement, but disbelief.


    Fine. If he wanted to talk, they would talk. She was curious anyway.


    Was it just about the patent, or was he after something else too? Either way, she was done ying along.


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