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    “William, think carefully… You loved Ste so much you were willing to give up everything for her. Even when you knew it was a trap, you rushed to save her. And what did she give you in return? Betrayal. Only betrayal.”


    In William’s mind, an image flickered—Ste’s radiant smile. But in the next heartbeat, the picture warped. She was in Marc’s arms, her eyes filled with affection that wasn’t meant for William.


    Those moments of warmth shattered into fragments, reced by scenes that didn’t belong—fabricated, yet vivid.


    The voice pressed on, relentless.


    “She never loved you. Her heart always belonged to her ex-husband, Marc. You didn’t know, did you? The moment you vanished, she nned to marry him. The wedding is in two weeks.”


    “While you risked everything for her, she wasughing in his arms—mocking your loyalty, your devotion.”


    Beside the unconscious William, the hypnotist yed carefully staged audio snippets, including out-of-context exchanges between Ste and Marc—some of them even synthesized by artificial intelligence.


    The recording yed on, carrying Ste’s icy confession through the room. “My feelings for William were never real. Marc, it’s you I love. Now that nothing stands in our way, I’m ready to marry you!”


    When the final word faded, the hypnotist’s voice reced it—smooth, persuasive, and cruel.


    “She betrayed your vows. She betrayed your trust. A woman like her can never be faithful. Every ache in your heart, every wound you bear—it all began with her. William, don’t you crave justice? A man of your standing shouldn’t be humiliated like this.”


    Those words sank deep, nting seeds of hatred that sprouted fast and dark inside the altered corners of William’s mind.


    Even while unconscious, his brows knotted tighter, his body twitching as if wrestling invisible chains. A low, pained sound escaped him—half anguish, half disbelief.


    Deep in his mind, the woman he had cherished was fading, her image stained and reced by that of a deceitful traitor.


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    Meanwhile, memory fragments about Nina were being carefully rewritten.


    The hypnotist whispered into the haze of William’s mind, weaving lies with patient precision. In those fabricated recollections, it was Nina who had stayed beside him through agony and despair. She was the one who risked her life to save him, the one who loved him without condition and gave up everything for him.


    Yet William’s memories did not yield easily. His mind was strong—stubbornly so—the toughest case the hypnotist had ever faced.


    But Arlo was in no hurry. Time was his greatest weapon. As long as a trace of William’s love for Ste lingered, they would keep him bound to that chair, subjecting him to endless waves of suggestion.


    Under thebined weight of the drug and the hypnotist’s voice, thest fragment of resistance within William’s subconscious began to fade, crumbling bit by bit into silence.


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