Chapter 470:


    But just as she reached the building’s entrance, someone called out behind her, “Stel.”


    Marc waited outside Ste’s apartment building for a long time. Atst, he saw her step out of William’s car. So, she really had been with him this whole time, and thatte at night?


    “Stel, why are you still hanging around him?” Marc’s voice cracked with frustration as he stepped closer.


    Ste shot him a tired nce. He’d be like a persistent shadow she couldn’t shake off, and frankly, she was sick of it.


    “Who I choose to be with has nothing to do with you,” she said coolly.


    Marc’s panic deepened. He quickly moved to block her path. “Stel, listen to me! William doesn’t care about you the way you think. He’s about to get engaged to Willow Lawson. Do you really want to be seen as the other woman? You’ve always hated people like that.”


    Her eyes remained distant, her tone clipped. “If you’re finished, move.” Ste silently wondered if Marc had nothing better to do than show up here every day just to corner her. He seemed to have turned stalking into a hobby.


    As she walked past him, she made a mental note to order pepper spray. Maybe next time, instead of exchanging words, she’d just spray him and keep walking. Watching her walk away again, Marc felt like aplete fool.


    Nothing he said seemed to reach her anymore. She treated him like a stranger—worse, an annoyance. Her indifference was sharper than any insult.


    Hadn’t they once been in love for years? How had thingse to this? Clenching his fists, Marc couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to Doreen’s innocent face. With a sigh, he turned and walked away.


    Over at the riverside vi he’d bought for Doreen, she had just stepped out of the bath when the doorbell rang.


    Doreen opened the door, her face lighting up the moment she saw him. “Mr. Walsh, what a surprise!”


    With elegant ease, she took his coat and hung it neatly by the door, like it was something she had done a hundred times before.


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    “Is everything okay? You don’t usuallye by at this hour,” she asked gently.


    Doreen knew well that winning a man’s heart meant knowing how to shift her charm—soft when needed, alluring when desired. She yed her roles with intention.


    But before she could slip into her usual charm, Marc looked at her with unwavering seriousness. “Doreen… you can’t keep the baby.”


    On the drive over, Marc had gone over everything in his head. The only reason Ste kept brushing off his apologies, ignoring every attempt he made, had to be because Doreen was still pregnant.


    After all, Ste had once told him to give Doreen the respect of being acknowledged properly.


    So in Marc’s mind, Ste must still be jealous—probably assuming he nned to marry Doreen.


    In other words, if Doreen no longer had the baby, that final wall between him and Ste would disappear. She’d stop holding back—she’de back to him.


    But Doreen was blindsided. Her emotions spiraled, eyes brimming with tears. “Mr. Walsh, you said I could keep the baby. You promised.”


    Marc sighed and rubbed his temples. “I’ve really thought this through. Keeping the baby won’t do you any favors. I’m not going to marry you, and being a single mother—it’s not the life you want.”


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