?Chapter 1316:


    William stood at the threshold, his face hidden by the dim light, unreadable.


    He looked at her—small, crumpled, like the slightest touch might break her. And just like that, the anger he’d been holding onto… slipped. Reced by something heavier.


    Something that sat in his chest like a weight he couldn’t name, couldn’t shake.


    He finally stepped inside.


    “Stop crying.” His voice came low, hoarse, brittle around the edges. He stopped a few steps from the bed.


    Startled, Ste gasped, then began hupping harder, like his presence had only made it worse. Then it gradually subsided.


    She looked up. Eyes red and dazed.


    She could barely see him clearly through the haze of alcohol, but his tall silhouette was enough to spark something in her.


    William hadn’t expected his presence to frighten her so much, her hups mingling with her sobs, refusing to stop.


    She sniffled, voice thick and slurred. “My head hurts… Why are you doing this to me… I didn’t do anything wrong…”


    William let out a short, mirthlessugh. Still pretending she was innocent?


    But she kept crying, soft and broken, tears slipping down her cheeks and soaking the sheets beneath her.


    He stayed where he was, arms crossed, his expression t. Themplight behind him cast a long shadow over her. She was drunk. That was the only reason she was even speaking.


    “I feel like I’ve forgotten things…” she mumbled suddenly, blinking hard, like she was trying to focus. “Did I really betray you? Why don’t I remember? Marc told me it was all a dream…”


    Lately, in the quiet moments she’d spent trapped in this vi, Ste had started to wonder.


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    The hatred in William’s eyes wasn’t the kind a stranger got. It was personal. Deep. Intimate.


    There had to be something she’d forgotten.


    She pressed her fingers hard to her temples, the frustration raw in her voice. “I can’t remember. I really can’t. I’ve tried so hard. What did I do to you? Why are you treating me like this?”


    The words came out choked and cracked—sharp enough tond straight in William’s chest.


    He didn’t answer. But something in him shifted.


    Sharon had mentioned the amnesia before. He hadn’t believed it then. Thought it was just another game. But now, watching her struggle… seeing that lost, confused look in her eyes…


    Maybe it wasn’t a lie after all.


    Which begged the real question—what the hell had happened to her?


    William stood still, watching her with aplicated mix of suspicion and something colder. “Ste,” he muttered, voice low and unreadable, “what game are you ying now?”


    Was this supposed to win sympathy? The sobbing, the helpless tone?


    Ste was crying so hard her voice barely held together. She looked up at him, eyes swollen, cheeks flushed with shame and despair. “What are we even to each other?” she asked quietly. “Why won’t you just let me go? I really don’t remember you… please. Let me go.”


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