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    Marc, standing there, looked like he’d been pped. His face went from pale to flushed in seconds. “So what—are you with William because he has more money? Is that it? Is our entire rtionship worth less to you than his bank ount?”


    Ste really didn’t want to waste another second talking to someone as shameless as Marc, so she turned and walked away.


    Marc started to follow, but William stepped in and blocked his path.


    “Mr. Walsh, you’re not just broke—you’re uncultured, heartless, and useless. Always chasing what you don’t deserve. How could someone like you ever be worthy of Sylvia?”


    Marc’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.


    As he stared at William and Ste, he didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t deny it—they looked perfect together.


    Back when he was married to Ste, she had poured all her attention into him. She usually dressed down at home, rarely wore makeup, and didn’t care much about appearances.


    It wasn’t until after the divorce that he realized how stunning she was—great figure, brilliant mind, graceful andposed.


    Everything he had taken for granted.


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    Ste kept her tone t. “Let’s go. There’s no point arguing with him.”


    She figured if Marc had ever nned to listen, he would have stopped chasing her a long time ago.


    She and William walked into the residentialplex. Marc tried to follow, but the automatic gate shut in his face.


    Before they left, Ste made sure to tell the security guard, “He’s not wee here. If he shows up again, don’t let him in.”


    The guard nodded. “Understood, Miss. Don’t worry—I won’t let someone like that in.”


    Ste smiled faintly in thanks and walked off with William, never once ncing back.


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    Marc stood there, watching their figures disappear into the distance.


    His heart ached with regret.


    He had been staying at a fancy hotel, but his money was almost gone.


    Still, he couldn’t bring himself to go home to Doreen.


    He hade today hoping Ste might soften up and give him another chance.


    But in the end, he couldn’t even get through the gate.


    He lingered outside, pacing, unsure where else to go.


    Eventually, he drifted toward the roadside, nning to leave.


    Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder.


    He turned quickly, hopeful. “Stel—!”


    But it wasn’t Ste. It wasn’t even a woman. It was a man in a suit—someone Marc had never seen before.


    “You’re Marc Walsh, right?”


    Marc frowned. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”


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