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    That was all Ste needed to picture the type.


    They strolled deeper into the exhibit, arms linked, stopping here and there to check price tags or ask about a piece.


    But just as they turned a corner, they suddenly bumped into Jazlyn and Doreen,ing from the opposite direction.


    Doreen hadn’t been able to catch Marc’s attentiontely and was constantly stressing about losing the baby. So whenever she could, she’d hang around Jazlyn.


    Knowing how badly Jazlyn wanted a grandson, Doreen had made up some story about a fortune teller who guaranteed her child would be a great businessman.


    Jazlyn had been over the moon ever since, and now she was taking Doreen out shopping to celebrate. But running into Ste wasn’t part of the n.


    When Jazlyn saw Ste standing there, she paused for a moment. Then her gaze shifted to Doreen—young, pretty, glowing—and she straightened with a smug smile.


    “Well, if it isn’t Ste. So, after your divorce from Marc, you’ve dropped so low you can’t even find a guy to shop with?” she said.


    Ste had seen them earlier. She’d hoped to avoid any drama—she was with Sharon and just wanted a chill day—but clearly, Jazlyn had other ideas.


    In a calm voiceced with sarcasm, Ste replied, “True. I’m not like some people who cling to men like it’s the only good thing that’s ever happened to them.”


    The jab hit its mark. Jazlyn and Doreen both looked stunned.


    Doreen quickly reached for Jazlyn’s arm, speaking up. “You shouldn’t talk to her like that. Jazlyn’s older than you. That’s really disrespectful.”


    Ste looked her over. The dress she was wearing didn’t quite fit—and something about it looked familiar. Then it hit her. She’d left a lot of her clothes behind when she left Marc. This dress? Definitely one of them.


    So Marc gave her stuff to Doreen?


    Seriously? He didn’t even have the decency to draw the line.


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    Frustrated, Ste decided it wasn’t worth the energy. She turned away and focused on the next stall, where Sharon was already browsing.


    The booth specialized in pearls. The vendor was proudly showing off what she called the best white pearls in the entire exhibit.


    Ste picked up a few of the nes and examined them closely. The quality really was top-notch. She turned to Sharon. “Why don’t you pick one of these?”


    Sharon nodded. “They’re really pretty. I like them.”


    But while Ste was ignoring her, Jazlyn was fuming. She yanked Doreen closer and made sure they were standing right beside them. “Doreen, take a look. Pick out the best one—we’ll buy it,” she said.


    Truth be told, Jazlyn wasn’t even into pearls anymore. At her age, she preferred gold.


    But if Ste was buying pearls, then Jazlyn was going to make sure Doreen bought something better—just to show off. Just to rub it in Ste’s face that she had been reced, and reced with someone younger, better dressed, and better suited to Marc’s new life.


    Ste couldn’t have cared less about the two women standing nearby—she was fully focused on helping Sharon find the perfect ne.


    Just as Ste spotted a gorgeous one and reached for it, Doreen swooped in like a hawk, snatching it up with a smug little smirk, pretending she just happened to be interested.


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