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    Why did her heart feel so uncertain? Why did marrying Marc suddenly terrify her?


    One morning, sunlight streamed gently through the dining room windows, gilding the air with soft warmth. Marc sat across from her, spreading jam onto a slice of toast with his usual patience.


    Ste hesitated for a long time before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. “Marc… about the wedding. I’ve been feeling anxioustely, and my body still doesn’t feel fully recovered. Could we… maybe postpone it a little? Just for a month—until I’m feeling better. Would that be okay?”


    Her words trembled at the edges, fragile as ss.


    Postponing the Wedding


    Marc’s hand froze mid-motion. The butter knife hovered in the air for a heartbeat before he set it down slowly. A shadow flickered through his eyes, gone as quickly as it came. When he looked up, his expression was gentle, his voice soft and full of concern.


    He rose, circled the table, and knelt before her. Taking her hands firmly in his, he looked up at her with eyes that shone with affection—and something darker buried deep beneath.


    “Stel,” he said quietly, “you’ve been unwell because of that awfulwyer who upset you. That’s my fault. I should’ve protected you better.”


    His voice thickened with guilt. “I just… I want to marry you sooner, so I can be by your side as your husband. So no one can hurt you again. Don’t you see how much I need that?”


    He looked up at her, desperation breaking through the calm surface of his voice. “I don’t want to wait another day, Stel. Every time I see you in pain—tossing in your sleep, holding your head—I can’t stand it. I just want to be there, to hold you, to take care of you properly.”


    “Please don’t postpone it. Marry me soon. Let me protect you, give you a home.”


    His thumb brushed her cheek, warm and gentle.


    He had never imagined Ste would suggest postponing their wedding.


    He had been so sure—so certain—that her mind was frozen in the time when she had loved him the most, when every look she gave him was filled with affection and trust. He thought she would be eager to marry him.


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    But now… this hesitation. It could only mean one thing. Those faint, recurring fragments—those dreams—were still haunting her. And behind them was William.


    Marc’s jaw tightened, the realization cutting through him like ice. A dark shadow clouded his face.


    He had already contacted that foreign doctor. The medication had been shipped—it would arrive within days.


    Once she took it, her mind would quiet again. Those fragments, those stubborn shes of memory, would fade for good. He would not let William—dead or alive—ruin this. Not again.


    William had vanished from this world, and Marc intended to keep it that way.


    His voice, his gestures, even the pauses between his words—everything he said to Ste was deliberate, a silken thread woven into a designed to hold her in ce.


    Every plea, every look of self-reproach struck precisely where she was most vulnerable—her guilt, her confusion, her aching need to believe in love and safety.


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