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After Being Dumped by her Boyfriend, She Became his Stepmother Novel Cover

After Being Dumped by her Boyfriend, She Became his Stepmother

Sylvia Payne rubbed her aching back and cautiously made her way down the stairs. At the corner, she unexpectedly ran into Clint Norris, whom she hadn't seen for three years. He had dumped her after they had been in a relationship for eight years due to his beloved woman, Paulina Bailey. As soon as Clint saw Sylvia, he furrowed his eyebrows and sighed, "Sylvia, I know this is unfair to you. But Paulina and I truly love each other. Please consider me owing you in this lifetime... Even if you come to my house and beg me to get back together, I will never agree. Please leave..." Sylvia didn't know what to say at that moment. Where was she supposed to go? This was her home now. In fact, Sylvia was now Clint's stepmother. Two days ago, she had gotten married to Clint's father, Roderick Norris.
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Chapter 2

Upon hearing Sylvia's words, Clint was annoyed. He grabbed Sylvia's wrist. "Sylvia, stop it. "I know you still have feelings for me, but Paulina and I are getting engaged. That can't be changed."

Just then, Roderick's call came through.

His gentle male voice instantly lifted Sylvia's spirits.

"Sylvia, I'm asking my driver to pick you up now. Let's go and choose the ring."

Sylvia responded with a soft "okay." She didn't expect that Roderick had remembered her offhand request.

After they got home that evening, she had glanced at her bare ring finger and sighed, "Even without a wedding, there should at least be a ring."

She merely said that to mock herself, as she never expected Roderick to actually buy her a ring because she and Roderick didn't have much affection for each other.

Besides, Roderick was a wealthy businessman. He might have just chosen to marry her to cover up a scandalous one-night stand.

Yet, Roderick actually took it seriously.

Clint was unhappy to see Sylvia ignoring him. He gripped her wrist tightly and said with more emphasis, "Sylvia, are you even listening to me? Please leave. You're putting me in a difficult position here. If you truly love me, then bless my new relationship. Okay?"

As they talked, Roderick's black Cullinan pulled into the Norris family's estate.

The driver walked up to Sylvia and bowed respectfully. "Mrs. Norris, please get in the car."

At that moment, Paulina, with swollen eyes, tugged on Clint's sleeve. "It's okay, Clint. After eight years of your relationship, I should have expected this. It was foolish of me to think your love for me would never change... Sylvia, I'm letting go of Clint for you..."

Seeing Paulina's distress, Clint looked at the driver coldly and said, "I don't know what Sylvia told you, but Paulina is my fiancée. She is the real Mrs. Norris."

With that, Clint turned and glared at Sylvia and frowned.

He said, "Sylvia, you actually bribed the driver to upset Paulina. Your tricks to win me back are truly desperate."

Then, under the driver's puzzled gaze, Clint arrogantly lifted his chin and said, "Let's go. I know you're here to pick us up and choose the ring."

The driver nodded in confusion. But he was there to pick up Sylvia.

Paulina stood beside them and suddenly seemed to understand something. She clung to Clint's arm and asked with excitement, "So? Your father agreed to our marriage?"

Clint gently ruffled Paulina's hair and said instantly in a softened tone with affection, "How could he refuse? You're such an amazing woman. I heard him on the phone this morning talking about choosing the ring. Look. Isn't that why the driver was sent here to pick us up?"

Paulina instantly looked at Sylvia with triumph in her eyes.

She raised her tone with delight, saying, "Well then, Sylvia, we'll be off now. Goodbye."

Before Sylvia could respond, Paulina eagerly pulled Clint into the car.

Watching the car disappear, Sylvia let out a cold snort and dialed Roderick's number.

At that moment, Roderick was sitting in his office and staring absentmindedly at his ring finger.

Seeing Sylvia calling him, he composed himself and answered in a steady tone, "Has the driver arrived?"

"He has, but then he left with Clint."

After a brief silence, Sylvia heard the sound of a garage door opening.

Then Roderick said in a slightly flattering voice, "Feel free to take any of the cars. I've already transferred all of them to your name. See you soon."

In the garage, dozens of luxury cars lined up. They were so dazzling.

Finally, Sylvia chose the most understated one among them.

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