?Chapter 1175:


    She remembered that fateful day—the sudden cancetion of the wedding, the chaotic blur that followed. The unanswered questions had gnawed at her ever since.


    “William?” Ste’s brow furrowed, confusion tightening her features. Her tone sharpened slightly, firm but not unkind. “Miss… you really have the wrong person. I don’t know William, and my name isn’t Sylvia. I’m Ste. I think the person you’re looking for isn’t me.”


    Sandra’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I am looking for you! Both Ste and Sylvia… that’s you! You’re the backbone of our institute—my role model! What’s wrong, Sylvia? You’re scaring me.”


    Sandra had never imagined a day when Ste wouldn’t recognize her. She couldn’t tell whether this was memory loss or some cruel game.


    “Sylvia…”


    The name slipped from Ste’s lips before she realized it. A sharp pain suddenly stabbed through her mind.


    Her vision blurred, fragmented memories flickering like broken film reels: a figure in ab coat hunched over instruments, forms and code scrolling across screens, the broad back of a tall, indistinct man…


    She instinctively clutched her temples, her face turning pale.


    “Stel!”


    Marc’s voice cut through the haze.


    He was rushing toward her, his steps purposeful—almost urgent. He reached her side and steadied her, positioning himself as a shield in front of her. His gaze snapped to Sandra, cold and unforgiving.


    “Miss, my fiancée insists she doesn’t know you,” he said, his voice low but edged with unmistakable steel. “Please leave immediately and stop harassing her.”


    Sandra froze in ce. Her breath caught as she watched Marc shielding Ste, his broad shoulders forming a wall between them.


    “Why are you with Sylvia?” she demanded. “Didn’t you two… break up a long time ago?”


    Marc’s gaze turned ice-cold. “I don’t care who you are,” he cut her off, his tone low but sharp enough to slice through her words. “Ste’s health isn’t good. She needs rest. Don’t show up in front of her again… or don’t me me for being harsh.”


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    The warning in his voice made Sandra’s heart skip a beat.


    Without another nce her way, Marc tightened his hold on the dazed Ste and hurried her out of the supermarket.


    “Marc, wait!” Sandra called after them, her voice echoing through the aisles. “What’s going on? Why are you with Sylvia? What kind of trick are you ying this time?”


    She couldn’t—wouldn’t—believe Ste had gone back to that man. The same man who had once shattered her heart.


    Marc didn’t respond. He guided Ste to the underground parking lot, helped her into the passenger seat, and shut the door gently. Then he turned back toward Sandra.


    When he looked at her, his expression was colder than winter frost.


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