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    For a fleeting moment, Alexander felt a profound sense of fulfillment.


    This feeling reassured him that his suffering had not been in vain.


    He dreamed of capturing Dani’s unguarded smiles once more, just as in the days before they divorced.


    Such glimpses bolstered his hope that his struggles would one day be rewarded.


    Tears gathered in Alexander’s eyes as emotion surged within him.


    He yearned to rewind time, to when Dani’s love was still his.


    At any cost, he was prepared to reim those lost moments.


    He anticipated a future where he could earnestly express his regrets to Dani, telling her, “I’m sorry, Dani.”


    He also longed to say, “I have waited for your return all this while.”


    He imagined that, eventually, Dani would respond with an affectionate embrace and a passionate kiss.


    “Can we talk about anything?” Dani asked, her tone neutral.


    Surprised, Alexander responded with enthusiasm, “Absolutely! We can talk about anything you wish.”


    Dani’s expression remained cool as she scrutinized the man posing as “Cedric” before her. “Then exin how you became like this, Alexander.”


    Alexander’s face registered shock. “That’s not true! You’re mistaken.” He had endured many hardships to adopt this persona, hoping it would endear him to Dani. But just as he was about to im his reward, Dani had already seen through his act.


    Still, a part of him was thrilled.


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    It excited him that Dani alone, in a world where no one else noticed, could prate his disguise and glimpse his true essence.


    Could this mean there was still a ce for him in Dani’s heart?


    With sincere hope, Alexander looked at Dani, his feelings a whirlwind.


    It had been ages since someone had addressed him by his real name.


    Joyce now referred to him as Cedric.


    To the entire world, he was Cedric, enduring the agony of living behind an borate facade, morphing into someone else. In his mind, Alexander rehearsed a sorrowful narrative.


    Observing the subtle shifts in his expressions, Dani’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile.


    “Are you not Alexander?” Dani asked, her tone detached. “Perhaps I am wrong. Why do you seem so unsettled? You said we could discuss anything, didn’t you? What’s troubling you? Are you scared?”


    Alexander felt a knot in his stomach. “Scared? Why would I be scared? I’ve just naturally looked this way, though somement that I bear a resemnce to Cedric Phillips. Alexander, you say? Do I truly resemble him?”


    Alexander’s eyes remained fixed on Dani. With caution, he asked, “Did you know someone named Alexander well?”


    Dani’sughter rang out, clear and uplicated. She regarded him curiously, her head tilted. “You’re quite funny.”


    Alexander, though inwardly pleased, kept hisposure, mimicking Cedric’s typical demeanor. At that moment, even he sensed a dissonance within himself.


    The guise had be so ingrained that he struggled to remember who he originally was.


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