Chapter 107

Chapter 107:
Stella frowned, thinking his logic was ridiculous. Just because she worked at a construction site didn’t mean she was suffering. How did he even come to that conclusion?
Marc went on, “If you come back to me, you can have any position at Walsh Group—whatever you want. Isn’t that better than breaking your back here? You followed William thinking life would be easier, but he can’t give you what I can. There’s no need for you to keep lowering yourself like this…”
As Marc finally wrapped up his lengthy speech, Stella cut in sharply. “Wait a second—who exactly told you I’m struggling? And let’s be honest, with Walsh Group crumbling like it is, does it really matter whether someone’s a janitor or a project manager? You’re better off finding someone else to bail you out.”
Marc’s expression soured, and he snapped back, trying to sound proud. “Even if Walsh Group is struggling, I’d never let a woman like you work yourself to the bone on a site. Back when we were together, did I ever let you live like this?”
“Mr. Walsh, stop trying to define me through your narrow lens. If you’ve got this much free time, maybe focus on fixing your own life first.”
Marc’s face went pale, clearly losing control of his temper. He blurted out without thinking, “What’s so special about William that’s got you hooked? Do you even know how many women he’s juggling behind your back? You think a man like that would ever be loyal? You’re just being used!”
Just as Stella opened her mouth to fire back, a sleek black Lincoln rolled to a stop in front of them.
The back window slid down, and there was William, calm and unreadable as ever.
His eyes settled on Marc, expression steady. “Mr. Walsh, is harassing my employee part of your busy schedule? Or is Walsh Group’s plummeting stock not keeping you occupied enough?”
Ever since the last scandal, Walsh Group’s stocks had flatlined, showing no signs of recovery.
Not even Haley’s connections in Achury could salvage the damage.
Marc froze, caught off guard, but before he could get a word in, William continued, “Didn’t you once claim—publicly, no less—that Stella was the woman you loved? And now you’re pestering Ms. Gilbert? That’s quite the contradiction, isn’t it?”
William wasn’t known for talking much, so his unusually long string of comments made one thing clear—he was genuinely irritated.
Stella glanced at him, slightly stunned. William’s uncharacteristic outburst left her wondering… had he heard Marc trash-talking him just now?
Marc, on the other hand, was now visibly frustrated. He turned back to Stella with a mix of anger and wounded pride.
“So that’s it, huh? You were already messing around with him before our divorce. That’s why you were so cold to me. You saw a chance to trade up—dumped me and latched onto someone richer. And now you act like I don’t exist just because I can’t compete with his bank account?”
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