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    She shook her head. “No. Notpletely.”


    She admitted that this was part of the reason at the beginning, but it no longer held true.


    That answer only deepened his confusion. Why was she letting go of Marc?


    He didn’t believe for a second that she’d somehow fallen for him again.


    “Because he lied to me.” Her voice didn’t waver. She meant every word.


    “He kept telling me I was in aa for two years. That isn’t true. I don’t know everything he did during that time, but I know this much. He lied.”


    She wasn’t giving someone like that another chance. No matter how much she loved Marc, she couldn’t just forget the lies he had told her.


    His fingers loosened around her neck, just a little.


    Then something twisted inside him. The memories Arlo had forced into his mind surged back, loud and cruel, drowning out everything else.


    The voice in his head screamed that she was lying.


    She was ying him.


    His hand tightened again.


    “You think I’m still stupid enough to believe you?” he snapped.


    The anger in his eyes was tangled with pain. Ste saw it.


    In that moment, Ste realized he was suffering too.


    He wasn’t as unaffected as she had believed.


    He was trapped by something she couldn’t name, pulled along by it even as it drove his every move and thought.


    Slowly, she lifted her hand and ced it against his face.


    The window was open. Night air drifted in, cool enough to chill his skin.


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    Her palm felt warm against it.


    He stiffened.


    “William,” she said quietly, “I’ve never lied to you. Even if my memory is iplete, everything I’ve said since we met again is the truth.”


    William’s breathing hitched. When he looked at her again, the edge in his eyes dulled, just a little.


    “I told you from the very beginning that I don’t remember the past,” she said. “I never hid that. You’re the one who decided I betrayed you.”


    She still didn’t understand where his hatred came from.


    She only wanted it to stop.


    “As for Marc,” she continued, “my memories are stuck at the point where I loved him the most. I don’t know everything he did while those two years are missing, but what I said is true. He lied to me, so there’s no future for us.”


    It hadn’t been a single lie.


    Every time he told her she’d been in aa for two years, it was another deception piled on top of thest.


    Marc had had endless chances to tell her the truth. Even before the wedding. If he’de clean then, things might have been different.


    But he never did.


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