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    Joy crept into Cam’s voice as she moved closer to Marissa, sping her hands warmly.


    “Marissa, to think you’ve soared so high yet remembered to lift me up to this splendid life, it warms my heart profoundly.”


    Tears streamed down her cheeks as she added, “My son and his wife nownguish behind bars, and Derek has drifted away.


    Sadly, you can’t be his wife anymore.”


    An uneasy silence fell over the hall as the guests exchanged nces, their expressions revealing their thoughts—each one convinced they were watching Marissa from Adagend, posing as Tiffany.


    The hall held its breath, all eyes pivoting to Hannah, awaiting her move against the imposter.


    Korbin, Betty, and Denise wore looks of triumphant expectation, eager to witness Marissa’s downfall.


    Yet, through it all, Hannah remained unmoved, her face unreadable, and Marissa exuded an air of sereneposure.


    After Cam’s heartfelt confession, Marissa smiled gently.


    “Madam, I fear you are mistaken.


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    I am not the Marissa you know.


    My name is Tiffany, and I’ve never met you before.”


    “What?” Cam’s voice quivered, echoing through the stunned silence of the hall.


    Korbin, Betty, and Denise mirrored her shock, their faces a canvas of disbelief.


    As the silence thickened, Betty’s astonishment quickly ignited into a ze of indignation.


    “Marissa, have you no shred of conscience left? When you were a little girl in Adagend, Cam showered you with kindness.


    And now, you deny knowing her without a blink? Have you truly abandoned all sense of morality in your quest to cling to—”


    Before Marissa could utter a response, Betty surged forward, clutching Cam’s hand with desperate intensity.


    “Cam, tell them all, who is this woman?”


    Cam’s eyes flitted across the bewildered faces before her, her own expression fraught with confusion.


    After a moment’s hesitation, she said, “She’s my future granddaughter-inw, Marissa.”


    “Very good,” Betty eximed, a grin spreading across her face.


    “And Cam, who is your grandson?”


    “Derek,” came Cam’s steady reply.


    Betty’sughter rang out, sharp and vindictive.


    “Hear that, everyone? Let there be no doubt.


    This wretched woman here is the very Marissa from Adagend, once betrothed to Derek.”


    The hall buzzed with confusion.


    The crowd struggled to understand the motive behind Korbin and Betty’s cruel actions.


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