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    Ste looked down. She understood Jewell was trying to defend William—but the pain she’d endured in this vi, the way he’d treated her… that wasn’t imaginary.


    “What if he’s never going back to who he was?” she said softly. “What if this is just who he is now?”


    People changed. Sometimes permanently.


    She didn’t know what he used to be like. But now? He was cold and controlling.


    Jewell fell silent for a moment.


    “We’ll do our best to bring the old him back,” he said eventually. “But in the meantime… I just hope you’ll give him a chance.”


    She frowned. “A chance for what?”


    She genuinely couldn’t imagine what chance there was to give.


    Jewell met her eyes. “Don’t be so quick to think he’s a bad person.”


    That caught her off guard.


    She’d expected him to say something like “try to forgive him,” or “be patient.” Not that.


    Don’t see him as a bad person?


    She stared at him, brows furrowed, unsure what to say.


    Jewell let out a quiet sigh. “I know you probably hate him right now. I get that you don’t want to remember. But if you did—if everything came back to you—I think you’d see things differently. The two of you… you were a perfect match.”


    A perfect match?


    She blinked, disbelief flickering across her face.


    “You all keep insisting I’ve lost my memory. What if I haven’t? What if you’re all wrong?”


    Jewell tilted his head, unfazed. “Then why are you afraid to try and recover it?”


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    That shut her up. She turned her face away, not answering.


    Jewell didn’t push. He finished the checkup in silence.


    “Ms. Russell,” he said, packing up, “it’s a shame when a rtionship like yours gets wrecked by someone else’s scheming.”


    Then he stood, grabbed his case, and left, leaving her sitting there, confused.


    She and William… were a couple?


    So why couldn’t she remember a single thing?


    The next morning, she didn’t leave her room.


    She stayed curled in bed, the nkets wrapped tight around her. After what happened yesterday, she couldn’t bring herself to face William again. After Jewell leftst night, she’d locked the door and buried herself in silence.


    She thought maybe William would head out early, go to the office like always. But over an hour passed, and she hadn’t heard a car leave the driveway. Not a single sound.


    She justy there, staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts spinning uselessly.


    Then a knock sounded at the door. She sat up on instinct.


    “Ms. Russell,” a servant’s voice called gently, “Mr. Briggs asked you toe down for breakfast.”


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