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    Nearby, Sharon and Josie stood at the buffet table, snacking and watching.


    Sharon spoke through a mouthful. “Her tears look fake, right?”


    Josie shot Willow a nce. “Totally.”


    Ste emerged from the cabin just in time to witness themotion.


    Gail’s eyes zed as she fixed William with a sharp re. “William, are you going to stand there and say nothing? What exactly is going on between you and that woman?”


    Willow’s parents hovered close by, their voices heavy with disappointment. “William, you’ve really gone too far this time. Did it even cross your mind how much it would hurt Willow to see you carrying another woman in your arms?”


    Fighting back tears, Willow clung to William’s arm, her voice trembling. “William, I know you’re not like that. Just tell me what happened, and I’ll believe you. I trust you—whatever you say.”


    The bystanders could only shake their heads, thinking Willow was far too forgiving for her own good.


    Gail, growing more exasperated by the second, snapped, “Willow, why are you letting him off so easily? He’s the one who hurt you. The least he could do is apologize.”


    Willow’s mother, Leona Lawson, ced a protective hand on her daughter’s shoulder, her tone steely. “William, Willow was brought up in a home full of love. I can’t just watch her get hurt. If you won’t apologize today, we’ll have to reconsider this engagement.”


    Leona’s ultimatum hung in the air, but William didn’t flinch. He just met her gaze, his voice steady and cold. “That’s fine with me. Let’s end the engagement.”


    The entire room seemed to freeze. For a split second, even the music felt distant. Gasps rippled through the guests, shock pinning Willow in ce.


    Leona’s face went ck with disbelief. “Excuse me?” she sputtered, her eyes wide. “You’d break off an engagement over this? Are you really that thoughtless about yourmitments?”


    Tears streaked down Willow’s cheeks as she rushed to speak, her voice cracking. “Mom, please—don’t me William. He doesn’t mean it. You’re just upset, right, William?”


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    She stepped in close, pleading, her trembling hands reaching for his sleeve. “I’m not trying to be petty. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have doubted you. I’ll work on it. Please don’t say things you don’t mean.”


    But William gently pulled free, barely ncing at her before stepping toward Ste instead. “You really think this is a small thing?” he asked, his words slicing through the tension.


    Willow’s breath hitched audibly. All eyes swung to William as he nced over his shoulder. “Luca,” he called, his tone sharp. “Bring him here.”


    Earlier, while Ste was still changing, William had quietly told Luca to start digging—and it didn’t take long before they found something off. Security cameras covered every inch of the ship, and the footage left no doubt: the waiter had deliberately shoved Ste.


    Luca yanked the trembling waiter onto the deck, forcing him to his knees in front of everyone. The man was so shaken he could barely hold himself up.


    “Talk,” Luca demanded, his voice icy. “Who put you up to this?”


    Willow’s breath faltered at the sight, color draining from her cheeks. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene.


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