"All my personal information is online-go ahead, dig up whatever you want."


    The second woman, a trust fund heiress, began, "My fiancé cheated on me right before our wedding. With my stepsister, of all people. That''s when I met him. I thought maybe he''d be my salvation, but-turns out, he lied to me even more than my ex ever did."


    The third woman chimed in, "I met him at a bar, actually. He was working there, and some people were giving him a hard time. I couldn''t just stand by, so I stepped in to help. One thing led to another, and we got to know each other. Honestly, I judge men by their looks a little-I just have a thing for handsome guys. And he was the most attractive man I''d ever met..."


    Each woman recounted her story of being deceived,plete with photos and bank statements attached for proof.


    Despite their wealth, these women were all fairly young. The oldest-the first one who spoke was only thirty-two. None of them had ever been married, and judging by the photos, they were all quite attractive.


    As readers scrolled through the confessions, thements section filled with disbelief.


    "Who would''ve thought rich women could be conned so easily-both their money and their hearts?"


    "Well, first you need the kind of face that makes people trust you, right?"


    "Just goes to show-a pretty face can get away with murder!"


    Most people always assumed the wealthy were untouchable-how hard could it be to trick them?


    After reading everyst word of the exposé, Ste looked up from herptop at Joshua.


    "Joshua, did you know about everything that''s been posted online?"


    Joshua shook his head. "I only just saw it. The reporters broke in right after."


    So the reporters must have known about the scandal ahead of time.


    Ste tried to reassure him. "Don''t worry. I''ll find a way to fix this."


    Joshua met her eyes, his expression suddenly earnest. "Do you... trust me?"


    "What?"


    He hesitated. "I don''t remember anything before the ident. For all I know, everything those articles say could be true."


    His dark gaze lingered on her face. "Maybe this is who I really am."


    Ste saw the way he looked, crestfallen by the online rumors, and tried tofort him.


    "Joshua, don''t let those rumors get to you. The people who actually know you understand who you are better than a bunch of strangers on the inte. Even if you''ve lost your memory, your character hasn''t changed."


    She paused, thinking for a moment. "I went through something simr once. I was misunderstood, dragged through the mud by the public-but the people who truly knew me never doubted me for a second. I know you''re not the person they say you are, either."


    Joshua''sshes fell, hiding whatever thoughts flickered behind his eyes.


    "I don''t even know who I am anymore."


    Ste spoke softly. "You don''t need to know who you were. What matters is that


    we know the real you."


    Joshua looked up. "Then who am I, Ste?"


    She smiled gently. "You''re warm, outgoing, brave. You pick up new things in no time. Everyone around you likes you-Marvin and Keen included. Kids wouldn''t like you if you weren''t genuinely kind


    She listed his best qualities, hoping to soothe the hurt she saw in him.


    By the end, she noticed Joshua staring at her, his gentle eyes shining with a quiet


    smile, as if a stream of light danced over still water.