?Chapter 183:


    “Hey, young man! Looking for a meal? Come on in!” A cheerful server called out with a friendly smile.


    But Marc just gave a faint, indifferent frown in response.


    He clearly wasn’t thrilled to be there. In truth, he disliked this ce, though the food reminded him of Ste’s cooking.


    She had always been an incredible cook, and every dish she made carried a kind of warmth that stayed with him. For years, she’d been the heart of the kitchen in their home.


    He could still picture her smiling at him from across the dining table—those memories refused to fade.


    “You don’t need a chef, I’ll cook for you,” she used to tell him with a grin, and for years, she actually did.


    He had grown used to her food, and now, no matter how many chefs he hired, nothing ever came close. Nothing tasted like home anymore. He lingered at the doorway for what felt like ages before finally stepping inside.


    Just as he raised his eyes to take in the room, his heart skipped—he saw a figure he knew too well.


    Everything else in the restaurant blurred out of focus. All he could see was Ste seated beside William.


    Were they actually having a meal together?


    A wave of unease and bitterness washed over Marc. Had their rtionship really grown that close?


    What made it even worse was that this very restaurant had once been introduced to him by Ste, right after their wedding.


    She’d looked so happy back then, her face lit up with pure joy as she told him how this had been her favorite hangout during her university days. She’d said the food was the best, and the way her eyes sparkled with excitement had been unforgettable.


    But now? She hadn’t even married William, yet she’d brought him here. To the ce she once called her favorite.


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    What did that say about everything they had shared?


    Marc stood there, struggling to breathe through the tangle of emotions tightening in his chest. Regret for the things he’d done wrong, bitterness at how things had ended, and a sharp sting of resentment—all of it came crashing down. How could she so easily share the pieces of her past with someone else like it meant nothing?


    Watching Ste sitting beside William, rxed and at ease, made him feel like his heart was being ripped in two.


    He regretted everything.


    He really did love Ste, so much that he would have given up everything just to be with her.


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