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    Marc didn’t flinch. “Blind? Maybe. But don’t act like I owe you anything,” he said tly. “You didn’t do anything for me, Beatrice. Not really.”


    The truth was, he’d had enough of Haley a long time ago—her attitude, her arrogance.


    If it hadn’t been for thepany’s financial struggles, he never would’ve entertained the idea of marrying her.


    But now? Ste was thriving. Her career was on fire. And he didn’t need Haley anymore.


    Without another word, he rolled up the window, started the engine, and drove off.


    Beatrice stood there frozen, still clutching her chest. That kind of man wasn’t worth her daughter’s love.


    The next day, Ste returned to the research institute like usual.


    Paul had told her to take a few days off after the conference, but she didn’t see the point.


    She wasn’t tired, and this work was what she loved. It grounded her.


    In the break room, a few staff members stood around with coffee, speaking in low voices.


    “Hey… so if Sylvia really is Ste, then does that mean what Haley said at her engagement party is true?”


    The rumors had spread like wildfire—no longer confined to upper-ss social circles. Even people at the institute were whispering about it now.


    And while no one said anything to Ste’s face, they were all watching her closely. Trying to read her expressions. Waiting for signs that the gossip had gotten to her.


    “I don’t care what anyone says,” one of them muttered. “She’s smart, calm, and good at what she does. Whether she’s Sylvia or Ste, I don’t believe for a second she’s unfaithful. It doesn’t add up.”


    Just then, Lainey walked in to fill her water bottle. She overheard enough to know exactly what they were talking about. Her face darkened instantly.


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    “What are you all whispering about?” she asked.


    The group stiffened.


    “N-Nothing,” someone stammered.


    Lainey didn’t buy it. “I don’t care what you think you know,” she said sharply. “Whatever Sylvia’s past is, it’s her business—not yours. We’re coworkers, not tabloid reporters. Show some respect. Know when to shut up.”


    She left without another word, cup in hand. The others nced at each other, awkward and ufortable, before quietly going back to work.


    At lunch, Ste stayed behind in theb to tidy up some equipment. Sandra popped in with a snack, waving it. “Sylvia, this is for you! Oh—and the team leader ordered coffee. It should be here soon!”


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