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    While they vented, the driver stayed silent, stewing in a frustration deeper than either of the Fletcher men harbored. He was just supposed to drive! Trouble usuallynded on the Fletcher men. In his mind, he should have been off-limits—after all, someone had to take care of Cole behind the wheel. Yet here he was, caught in the crossfire with them. All he’d done was his job. How did he end up in the middle of this mess?


    As the car drove off, leaving the three behind, the rigid look on Cole’s face began to fade. He looked over at Paulina. “Find out everything you can about her.”


    “Understood.” Paulina didn’t need to ask twice who he meant. Elliana always had a way of drawing Cole in, unlike anyone else. Even after Cole lost his memory of her, that first meeting was all it took to set everything in motion again, like something deep inside him had recognized her before his mind could. He would never escape Elliana’s influence, not in this lifetime.


    Sitting up front, Hugh could barely hold back his grin. The thought of Cole taking an interest in Elliana again filled him with hope. This could bring Heather closer, giving him more chances to see her. If luck stayed on his side, he might even find Cole supporting his n to propose.


    Meanwhile, while Wanda was driving home, her phone buzzed with an urgent call. She found out that Trinity had been humiliated at school, sttered with feces. Furious, Wanda spun her car around and sped off toward the hospital without a second thought.


    Disgust for the Craig family burned inside Wanda, and Trinity had always grated on her nerves. Yet, at that moment, she had no choice but to put those feelings aside and step in. The future she dreamed of, a life married into the Evans family, was hanging in the bnce.


    After all, herst name might be Campbell, but everyone knew her real ties belonged to the Craig family. Whatever happened to them would stain her as well. No one could ignore a scandal this vulgar or public. She would have to act before her reputation took the fall.


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    Arriving at the hospital, Wanda saw Trinity sprawled out on the bed, looking pale and utterly defeated.


    The incident itself hadn’t left Trinity in danger. Though she had swallowed a mouthful of filth, her body was not at risk. It was disgust and shame that had knocked her out cold.


    Treatment had soon brought Trinity back to consciousness, but nothing could undo the damage to her mind. Haunted by the horrible incident, she’d begged the medical staff to pump her stomach, desperate to purge the memory of what she’d swallowed.


    The doctors had tried reasoning with her, exining that pumping her stomach again was unnecessary and would even do her more harm than good. But Trinity had been stubborn, insisting they perform the agonizing procedure again and again.


    After each procedure, Trinity looked more drained, her only nourishmenting from an IV drip. She refused all food and water. The mere sight of a meal triggered the memory, the taste, and sent waves of nausea through her, making her retch until her stomach was empty.


    Trinity had already scrubbed herself raw and changed her clothes more than once, but no amount of washing helped. The dirt wasn’t just on her skin; it was inside her head, stuck like a stain she could never wash away. Facing other people now felt impossible.


    Once, Trinity had thought nothing could stop her from marrying a man with wealth and power. Now, she doubted anyone would want her. How could any sessful man look at her without feeling sick? Even a simple kiss would be unbearable.


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