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    “So you’re not permitting me to kick her out?” he said.


    Jazlyn met his re, a flicker of unease in her eyes, but she didn’t back down. “She’s pregnant with your child. You can’t just throw her out. Letting her stay here is the least you can do.”


    Marc brushed off his sleeve with an angry motion. “If you’re so eager to make her your daughter-inw, then fine—she can stay. I’m leaving.”


    He stormed out of the vi, leaving Jazlyn standing in the entryway, annoyance in on her face.


    Doreen stood awkwardly, her posture defeated. “Maybe I should just leave. I’m only making things worse for everyone.”


    Jazlyn’s temper red. Discovering the things scattered on the floor belonged to Ste only made her more eager to see them gone.


    Jazlyn gave Doreen’s hand a reassuring pat. “Just stay here and take care of yourself. The maids will see to your needs. If Marc wants to sulk somewhere else, he can.”


    “Let him. I’d like to see how long he thinks he can keep this up!” With Jazlyn’s support, a sense of relief washed over Doreen.


    Casting a worried look at the clutter, Doreen asked, “But what about all of this?”


    “Get rid of it. Everyst bit.” Jazlyn didn’t spare a thought for the value of any of it.


    Doreen assumed Marc would show up in a couple of days. Weeks passed, though, and still he didn’t return.


    Elsewhere, Ste found herself tangled in her own mess with William. One afternoon, she reached her building just as William emerged from another elevator down the hall.


    It seemed as if their routines had been perfectly choreographedtelying and going at the same moments.


    The part that annoyed her most was that avoiding him had be impossible.


    “Ms. Russell, fancy meeting you here!” William greeted her with a cheerful smile as he stepped out.


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    Ste pressed her lips together in exasperation. “Mr. Briggs, you really don’t have to make small talk every single time. You’ve been using that same line for two weeks. Aren’t you tired of it yet?”


    Ste had never encountered a neighbor she bumped into at her door every single day.


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    Ste had even tried workingte at theb more than once, yet William always managed to show up at the exact same time.


    Unfazed by herints, William strolled over, his steps unhurried. “Looks to me like fate keeps throwing us together,” he said.


    The way he said it left Ste’s heart skipping unexpectedly, the energy between them shifting for a moment.


    Ste forced a polite smile, then hurried to her door, fumbling with her keys before darting inside.


    She had barely set foot in her apartment—still in her shoes, not even changed—when her phone started buzzing from the table.


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