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    That same night, he made up his mind. The vi was sold, and by morning he had already purchased another home—one untouched by memory.


    But Jazlyn noticed his hasty move.


    One afternoon, Marc took Ste for a walk through Riverside Garden, the soft hum of the city fading behind them. He fed her spoonfuls of strawberry pudding, its sweetness concealing the medicine he had quietly stirred in.


    Just as she swallowed thest bite, his phone began to ring inside his pocket.


    “Marc, where are you? I want an exnation! What’s this talk about a house? You’ve barely been home these days—what exactly have you been doing?”


    The sharp tone made Ste nce toward him.


    Ste could hear every word.


    From what she remembered, Jazlyn had never shown much liking toward her.


    With Marc spending nearly every waking hour at Ste’s side, it was only a matter of time before Jazlyn grew restless.


    Marc gave Ste’s hand a quick pat before stepping aside to take the call, his brow creasing. “Mother, I already told you. I’ve got work to finish. Please don’t make a scene.”


    Jazlyn’s scoff crackled through the phone. “Work? Don’t treat me like a fool. Youe home this instant, or you’ll regret it!”


    Her words made Marc’s stomach tighten.


    Marc’s stomach tightened. She must have discovered something.


    He reluctantly promised to head back soon, not wanting to drag Ste into the mess.


    After ending the call, he walked back to Ste and let out a weary sigh.


    “Everything alright? Did she scold you again?”


    Ste’s voice was calm, her eyes filled with quiet concern. “Maybe you should go see her. I’ll be fine. You’ve been here with me every daytely—she must be missing you.”


    Marc had been worried about how to exin everything to Ste, but to his surprise, she didn’t demand any exnation.


    He hesitated, almost disbelieving her calm. “Stel, I’ll head back for now. Tomorrow, we can go through the wedding ns together.”


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    She gave a soft nod. “Alright.”


    Her tone was gentle, detached. Somehow, that made him feel worse.


    After watching her get into the car and leave, Marc wasted no time. He drove straight across town to the old apartment building where Jazlyn lived.


    The moment he stepped inside, a ss vase came flying toward him.


    He dodged instinctively—the vase shattered against the wall with a sharp crack, pieces scattering across the floor.


    “Mom!” he shouted. “What was that for? You scared me half to death!”


    Jazlyn stood a few feet away, her chest heaving, eyes burning with fury. “You went crawling back to her, didn’t you? Marc, do you want me to die of anger? That woman already destroyed your life once! How can you be so blind?”


    Marc pressed two fingers to his temple, trying to stay calm. “Who told you that? Don’t believe every rumor you hear.”


    His denial only made her explode further.


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