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    Marc felt his confidence waver. Deep down, he knew Ste didn’t even like him anymore. He was already at a disadvantage. For William, this was almost a guaranteed win.


    Still, Marc wasn’t ready to back down. Desperate to tip the scale, he pressed, “Stel, don’t you remember how in sync we used to be? Back in the school dance team, we were unbeatable.”


    His words hung in the air for a while. Then William chuckled softly.


    Marc’s face darkened.


    William raised a brow. “Apologies, Mr. Walsh. I just recalled something amusing. Please, continue.”


    Marc’s words stalled in his throat,pletely thrown off by the interruption. He could only step aside awkwardly and wait.


    But Ste didn’t even nce in his direction. Without a word, she ced her hand into William’s, letting him lead her gently onto the dance floor.


    Marc made a move to follow—but Doreen quickly tugged his arm. “Mr. Walsh,” she whispered, “let it go. There’s no rush.”


    Marc paused, his teeth grinding. She would never have the chemistry with anyone like she did with him. Back in school, he and Ste had practiced for hours—day in, day out. Their silent understanding on the dance floor had been unmatched. It wasn’t something anyone could replicate easily.


    Surely, this had to be her first time dancing with William. There was no way they coulde close to the rhythm andfort he had once shared with her. With a dismissive mindset, Marc took a seat beside Doreen, watching with an air of detached confidence.


    But halfway through the song, that confidence crumbled.


    Contrary to everything he expected, Ste and William’s dance was nearly wless. Under William’s steady guidance, every one of her steps flowed with grace and precision. Then she spun. With her arms lifted elegantly, her blue gown fanned out around her like petals in bloom. She looked like a rose mid-blossom—delicate, poised, utterly captivating.


    The guests around them instinctively stepped back, giving them space. By the time the music faded, thunderous apuse erupted across the ballroom. Cheers echoed—everyone was pping for them.


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    Marc’s face darkened, jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. William matched Ste beat for beat, never missing a single cue. It was seamless—effortless. His chest tightened as he watched them still holding hands at the center of the floor. His hands balled into fists, knuckles pale.


    And then, he couldn’t take it anymore. Striding forward, voice strained, he called out, “Stel, don’t you remember? You once told me you’d only ever be my dance partner. So why did you dance with him?” His wordsced with the usation, as if she’d betrayed some sacred vow.


    Ste turned, eyebrows lifting with a cold, incredulous smirk.


    “Mr. Walsh,” she said sharply, “first of all, I’m not your ex-wife. And even if I am, do you really want to talk about broken promises? How many of yours did you keep?”


    Marc flinched. The pain in his eyes was obvious. “It’s not what you think, Ste.”


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