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    Ste let out a coldugh, as if he’d just cracked a bad joke. “So you im to have feelings for me, but you’re still marrying someone else. You want me to just stay on the side and be okay with that? That’s your definition of sincerity?” This was no different from what Marc did. The same brand of selfish, maniptive crap.


    “Let me guess—you don’t even have feelings for Willow, and it’s just some arranged marriage, right?” she said, her voice full of scorn.


    William didn’t say a word. Indeed, he had no feelings for Willow.


    His silence said it all.


    Ste stared at him, disbelief and disappointment written all over her face. This… this wasn’t any different from Marc. She had really misjudged him.


    Without another word, Ste turned and stormed out of his dorm.


    On the way home, she was so furious her fingertips trembled.


    She had looked up to him. He’d alwayse across as reserved, rational, someone with principles.


    Back when Marc kept harassing her, William was the one who stepped in and had her back.


    And now?


    Now he was acting just like Marc.


    Had he always been like this? Or had she never really known him?


    She got home still fuming and dropped onto the couch, trying to steady her breathing.


    Just as she was starting to process everything, her phone buzzed.


    It was a message from William.


    “Are you home? There are things I can’t exin right now, but everything I said today is true. Not a single lie.”


    Ste had just started to feel a little better when the ridiculous text popped up—and bam, her blood boiled all over again. She didn’t even bother finishing it before deleting it straight away.


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    Clearly, William had zero ns of changing.


    Did he seriously think she’d be cool with being his side chick?


    The thought alone made her sick. Just sick. She must’ve beenpletely blind to ever think he was any different from Marc.


    It was a regr workday. Ste threw on her usual T-shirt and jeans, tied her hair up, and made her way to theb.


    Sandra and the team were already there, giving Ste a quick wave when she walked in.


    “Hey, Sylvia! Our group just wrapped up the time data. Should we run it by William?”


    Just hearing his name put Ste in a mood. Her tone dropped. “Why would we show it to him?”


    William wasn’t in charge of every single piece ofb data.


    Sandra blinked. “Uh… well, William’s sharp. If we let him check, he’ll give us solid feedback.”


    Ste said, “Can’t we just ask someone else?”


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