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    But it was toote. The damage had already exploded across the inte.


    Within an hour, Marc burst into the Walsh estate, fury dripping off him.


    He paced back and forth like a trapped animal. “Mom, what were you thinking going live? Do you know how humiliating this is?”


    Jazlyn sat hunched on the couch, wiping away tears. She had imaginedizens rallying behind her—shaming Ste, rescuing Marc’s reputation. Instead, all of them took Ste’s side without hesitation.


    “I was trying to help,” she choked out. “Thepany’s copsing. I just wanted to speak up for you—”


    “You’ve ruined everything!” Marc snapped, mming his hand on the table. “Do you even see what you’ve done? Nobody is on our side now. Thepany’s finished!”


    He was the one who had cheated.


    That was why he never dared say a word about Ste online. He still had to maintain some semnce of dignity.


    But his mother—fully aware of the truth—insisted on spreading lies.


    And now, the lies hade back to swallow them whole.


    Seeing Marc’s using eyes, Jazlyn got defensive.


    “This is your fault! And Ste’s! I told you from the start she was trouble. Ever since the wedding, I knew she wasn’t good!”


    Jazlyn had never epted Ste.


    She didn’t think Ste deserved her son. Years of marriage with no children only made her dislike grow.


    If Ste hadn’t gained powerter, Jazlyn never would’ve pushed Marc to reconcile.


    But then Ste dared to turn against them, showing no respect.


    Now she was with William, acting all high and mighty.


    Marc frowned. “Why are you bringing up the past now?”


    Jazlyn scoffed, full of resentment. “I never liked her! Some nobody student joining our family? She couldn’t even do basic things properly and still had an attitude. If it weren’t for you, I’d have kicked her out long ago.”


    Before Ste divorced Marc, Jazlyn had made her life a living hell.


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    She’d send Ste out in the dead of winter to buy random medicines or off-season snacks that no store carried.


    Whenever Ste failed to find them, Jazlyn would mock her nonstop, calling her useless and unfit to be a wife.


    Bit by bit, she had crushed Ste’s confidence, making her feel worthless.


    If Ste hadn’t truly loved Marc at that time, she would have left him long ago.


    Marc stared at her, disbelief clouding his eyes. A memory surfaced—Ste’s tearful voice asking if his mother had despised her.


    “So, everything Ste said about you was true? You really made her life miserable?”


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