?Chapter 577:


    He remembered how, within that frame, the love between them was obvious. Their joy had shone in their eyes, as if no one else existed.


    Marc clung to the idea that bringing the photo back could somehow bring back what they had lost.


    As Doreen stepped out of her room, she was greeted by a heap of belongings strewn across the living room floor.


    Jewelry and clothing made up most of the pile, and at first, Doreen assumed Marc had picked them out just for her.


    Ready to thank him, she paused as Marc’s voice reached her from across the room. He was on the phone, asking someone to restore an old wedding photograph.


    A sinking feeling came over Doreen. She realized at once that every piece on the floor belonged to Ste.


    From her spot on the second floor, Doreen watched Marc, his face full of longing for a woman who no longer cared for him. Jealousy and bitterness filled Doreen’s heart.


    So much time had gone by, and Marc still couldn’t let go of Ste.


    Even with her carrying his child, he barely acknowledged her existence.


    Anger building, Doreen stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors, and returned to the living room. Before Marc could stop her, she began slicing through the clothes scattered on the floor.


    “Marc, I can’t watch you keep drowning in the past. Ste has moved on. You should, too. All of this needs to go. None of it should be here anymore,” said Doreen, her hands relentless as she destroyed every trace of Ste left in the vi.


    Marc snapped out of his daze, his face darkening in an instant. Rage surged through him. He suddenly grabbed Doreen and pped her hard across the face.


    Doreen held her cheek, stunned. Her eyes filled with tears, disbelief written all over her.


    “Why did you hit me?” she choked out. “Did I say anything that wasn’t true? You always say nasty things about Ste. Why are you insisting on keeping her stuff now?”


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    Marc had dragged Ste through the mud plenty of times—calling her a gold digger whenever he saw her with another man. He’d even trashed her name in public without a second thought.


    But then, out of nowhere, he’d start reminiscing about their past, talking like he wanted her back, like they could somehow pick up where they left off. But Ste wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t about to take back a man who cursed her one minute and imed to love her the next.


    To Doreen, it was obvious—Ste was right to walk away and choose someone like William instead.


    Marc red at her, his voice cold. “Who told you to touch her things? Who gave you the right to even mention her name?”<fn8b33> Follow current nov?ls on FindN()vel</fn8b33>


    Doreen clenched her fists, seething, but she knew better than to push him when he was like this.


    She softened her tone quickly. “I… I’m pregnant with your child, Marc. I’m just worried about you, that’s all…”


    Marc let out a bitterugh and cut her off. “I don’t need your concern. Stay in yourne. You? You’re not even close to being on Ste’s level. Don’t forget that.”


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