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    Her location waspromised now. It was time to move again.


    Meanwhile, Ste and Marc’s rtionship had fallen into a deceptive calm.


    To everyone else, they looked perfect—an affectionate couple on the verge of a beautiful wedding. But underneath, something about it all felt too… staged.


    Though Ste didn’t understand why, she had been guedtely by uneasy dreams and a strange, restless ache in her chest. Whenever she woke, her heart raced, and a sense of loss lingered that she couldn’t exin.


    Marc always soothed her with gentle words. He made sure she took the medicine daily and filled her head with stories—moments from their “past,” tender scenes meant to remind her how deeply they’d always loved each other.


    He spoke of it so vividly, so convincingly, that her mind began stitching those tales into her missing memories. Little by little, she began to believe him.


    Marc managed every detail of the wedding himself, insisting she shouldn’t lift a finger. Even the gown he’d chosen was one she supposedly adored years ago.


    It was all so perfect, so thoughtful—yet something in her heart refused to settle.


    One afternoon, as she sat by the window trying to shake off another wave of unease, Ste turned to him. “Marc, before we get married… shouldn’t I meet your mother?”


    Jazlyn had always been a shadow that lingered quietly in her thoughts. Marriage wasn’t just about two people—it was about two families.


    And once she married Marc, facing Jazlyn was inevitable.


    It was only a matter of time.


    Marc’s hand moved gently through her hair, his tone soft, coaxing. “Stel, it’s not that she doesn’t want to see you. My mother’s traveling abroad right now. Once she’s back, I’ll take you to see her, okay?”


    Ste blinked, caught off guard. “Traveling abroad? Now?”


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    The realization sank in. Jazlyn wouldn’t be at their wedding.


    Sensing her unease, he tried to reassure her. “Stel, you’re overthinking again.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek in a tender gesture. “I know my mother had her issues with you before, but she’s reflected on them. She’s changed.”


    He paused for a moment, as though carefully choosing his next words. “This trip wasn’t arranged to avoid you. It was nned a long time ago, and she couldn’t cancel it. But once she’s back, you’ll see for yourself—her attitude toward you won’t be like before. She’s ready to ept you now.”


    After hearing Marc’s words, Ste could only swallow her unease.


    She nodded lightly, forcing a smile even though her heart still felt unsettled.


    Days slipped by quickly—one after another—and soon, the eve of her wedding arrived.


    ording to tradition, Ste returned to the Carter mansion to prepare.


    The unfamiliar house was now draped in red banners andnterns. Laughter echoed faintly from the hallways, but under all the festivity, the air carried an unspoken heaviness.


    When Ste caught sight of Lance and Karson, she noticed the faint lines of worry etched across their faces.


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