Chapter 1320:


    It wasn’t supposed to go this far. He hadn’t meant to lose control—but every time he saw her cry for another man, every tear that fell for Marc instead of him, rage twisted through his chest until reason vanished.


    And afterward, when silence fell, all that remained was the crushing weight of guilt.


    No matter what he did, it always ended the same way—with him sinking deeper into regret, watching everything he once valued crumble through his own hands.


    Morning came slowly, the first rays of sunlight spilling through the gaps in the curtains, thin beams of gold slicing across the carpet.


    Ste stirred, her head pounding as she forced her eyes open. The ornate ceiling above her was strange, unfamiliar, and for one disoriented moment, she didn’t remember where she was.


    Then the memories came back—disjointed shes, fragments of pain, of his voice, his face, his fury.


    Her chest constricted, and she drew her knees up, curling into herself as if she could make the world disappear.


    The room was empty. William was gone.


    She struggled to remember how it had ended, but her mind recoiled from the effort, shielding her from what hade after her desperate pleas for him to shut up. Beyond that, her memory was a nk void—mercifully, terrifyingly nk.


    She pushed herself upright, her skull pulsing with a deep, dull ache. Still wrapped inst night’s gown, the fabric clung ufortably to her skin, wrinkled and faintly scented of spilled liquor and dried tears.


    The house staff delivered breakfast to her door, yet William never once appeared.


    She sat numbly in the living room, a loudedic show shing across the screen while her thoughts drifted far beyond it.


    It was nearly noon when William finally came back inside, carrying the icy bite of the winter air with him.


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    He spared Ste only a cool, unreadable nce before brushing past her and heading straight for the study, as though the night before had never happened.


    Ste kept herself rigid, eyes locked on the screen, too afraid to look up or utter a word.


    The sheer absurdity of what he had said about Marc made her want to avoid him entirely.


    In the afternoon, the rumble of a car engine rolled in from outside. Momentster, Luca entered with someone in tow. “Mr. Briggs, Sharon has arrived. She wishes to see Ms. Russell.”


    William, lounging on a single sofa opposite Ste, frowned faintly at Luca’s announcement.


    Before Luca could continue, Sharon swept inside, hurrying straight to Ste’s side. Seeing Ste’s frail state, she immediately wrapped her arms around her in a tight, protective hug.


    “Stel, what happened to you? Why do you look so thin?”


    At the sight of Sharon, Ste’s nose burned, the urge to cry overwhelming—but she forced herself to swallow it down. She suddenly realized that ever since being taken by William, her tears had flowed endlessly, as if they’d lost all meaning.


    She only shook her head weakly at Sharon, refusing to talk about what had happened yesterday.


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