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    At the mention of William, a faint crease formed between Marc’s brows. “I already told you—her memory stops right before our wedding. She doesn’t know who William is. She doesn’t even recognize you.”


    Lance’s face darkened, his anger barely contained. “Marc, don’t feed me that nonsense. Ste and William were about to get married. And you—what, you drag her here and pretend nothing happened? Have you no shame?”


    Marc’s tone stayed calm. “If you don’t believe me, ask the doctor. Or go see her yourself—ask if she knows who you are. But if you push her and her condition worsens, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”


    He wasn’t bluffing. The doctor had been clear a week ago—her memory needed to recover slowly, or not at all. Any agitation could cause serious regression.


    Karson tapped his cane lightly on the floor, watching Marc with a sharp, cold smile. “I thought you might have changed after all these hardships. Guess I overestimated you. You’re still the same selfish bastard you’ve always been.”


    Before Marc could reply, Lance’s fist cracked against his jaw. “You’re taking advantage of her amnesia! You disgust me!”


    Marc staggered back a step, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a hollowugh. “Yeah. I’m despicable. But tell me, what would you do if you were me? I love her. Whatever William can give her—I can, too. And this time, I’ll never hurt her again.”


    His voice trembled slightly as he went on. “Right now, she’s happy. She doesn’t remember my betrayal, or William’s disappearance. She’s living in the time when we loved each other most. What’s so wrong with that?”


    Lance raked a hand through his hair, frustration spilling over. “It’s wrong because it’s a lie! When she remembers everything, what then?”


    Marc met his eyes without flinching. “What if she never does?”


    That quiet question froze Lance mid-breath.


    “The doctor said the nerve damage could be permanent,” Marc continued softly. “If that’s the case, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her. Taking care of her.”


    Lance shook his head in disbelief. “You think love excuses what you’re doing? You swore at the altar once before too. How long did that promisest before you cheated?”


    Marc’s voice dropped, steady but tired. “I was wrong back then. But I’m not making the same mistake twice. Telling her now won’t heal her—it’ll destroy her.”


    Lance was about tosh out again, but Karson stepped in, his expression unreadable.


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    Marc’s tone softened, but his wordsnded heavy. “When she woke up, do you know whose name she called? Mine. She was scared our wedding would be dyed. She still loves me.”


    The feeling of knowing Ste trusted him again was intoxicating.


    Karson thought of the look in Ste’s eyes earlier—confused, fragile, clinging to Marc and wary of strangers.


    Maybe… just maybe, Marc wasn’t lying.


    “I’ll verify everything you’ve said,” Karson finally said, his tone clipped. “If you’re deceiving her again, Marc, I’ll make sure you pay for it.”


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