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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 5

Watching Roderick and Sylvia inside the room selecting rings, Michael understood what was happening after a long moment.

He looked at Roderick and was shocked and envious.

"So your wife is Ms. Payne? The enigmatic genius in the biology field?"

Sylvia nodded bashfully, while Roderick couldn't hide his complacency behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

At that moment, Michael was so shocked that he almost slammed his fist on the table.

Actually, when he first saw Sylvia, he was captivated by her grace.

He had hoped to get to know her better, only to find out that she was Roderick's wife.

While choosing the ring, Roderick placed Sylvia's hand in his palm and held it tenderly.

"Sylvia, which one do you like?"

Hearing Roderick's question, Sylvia took out the men's ring she had chosen and pointed to a design sketch of a women's. "As long as it matches yours."

Roderick looked at the ring in Sylvia's hand with delight. He hadn't expected her to buy one for him.

His voice trembled with excitement. Though he tried to restrain it, he couldn't hold back his smile.

As they descended the stairs, Sylvia noticed Clint and Paulina, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

Seeing Sylvia coming down, Clint gazed at her empty fingers. Then he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Sylvia, Paulina likes none of the rings on the first floor. Why don't you take her upstairs to have a look? Of course, if you find something you like, I'll buy it for you, too."

Paulina pretended to be gentle and intellectual and stepped forward. She took Sylvia's hand and said softly, "Sylvia, I know you have feelings for Clint. I'll have him buy you the ring you like as a memento of your previous relationship. After all, you and he can never be together..."

Sylvia took back her hand and said indifferently, "You are right. He and I can never be together. But if you continue to disgust me, you won't be with him, either."

Paulina feigned sadness and threw herself into Clint's arms.

She sobbed and said, "Sylvia, please stop being stubborn. It's not good for anyone..."

Seeing Paulina's grievance, Clint felt sorry for her and frowned at Sylvia. "Sylvia, apologize to Paulina. Otherwise, you and I can't even be friends."

Sylvia didn't understand where Clint found the nerve, and she sneered, "Are you out of your mind? Plus, you and I indeed will never be friends."

Upon hearing Sylvia's words, Clint was embarrassed, and his face flushed.

He then took a deep breath and said, "Sylvia, let me be honest with you. My father is the richest man in the city, Roderick. Back when we were together, I had nothing because he wanted to train me. That's why I didn't tell you who I was. Paulina is about to become my wife. I hope you understand the difference in our status. If you concede now, I'll consider helping you in your life and will also buy you the ring you like."

Paulina echoed, "Sylvia, don't be so arrogant. So many people want to get close to me, but they don't have the chance. I'm offering you this chance. You'd better make the most of it."

Seeing Sylvia remain silent, Clint assumed she was agreeing.

He added, "Now apologize to Paulina. After she chooses her ring, I'll give you some extra money if she's pleased."

Paulina held her head high and was about to go to the second floor.

Just then, a group of bodyguards suddenly appeared and blocked the way expressionless.

Following that, Roderick's authoritative voice rang out from upstairs. "Clint, how could you speak to your elder like that?"

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