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    He chose to lie again and again. Which meant he’d never nned to be honest at all.


    He had nned to deceive her till the very end.


    The thought sent a quiet chill down her spine.


    Ste came back to herself and met William’s gaze again. “Stop throwing things,” she said quietly. “I’ll have Tasha clean this up.”


    Broken porcin covered the floor. One careless step and someone would get hurt.


    Her voice was soft. It brushed against something buried deep in William’s mind, tugging him backward to the time they were still deeply in love.


    The memories Arlo nted in his mind shifted uneasily, fractures spreading beneath the surface.


    Like Ste, he had already begun to suspect that what he remembered might not be entirely real.


    But acknowledging that truth came with consequences he wasn’t prepared to face. The instability in his memories left him restless, on edge, unable to settle.


    Jewell had tried everything. In the end, all he could offer were pills to dull the symptoms.


    William hated them.


    He hadn’t taken a single tablet.


    Later, when Tasha came in to clean, Ste spotted a medicine bottle lying among the debris.


    She picked it up, recognized thebel, and paused.


    Anti-anxiety medication.


    Something stirred in her chest.


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    The next morning, she asked the housemaid to buy an assortment of candy, then headed upstairs to William’s room.


    He had gone to bedte and was still half asleep.


    She knocked. When the door opened, William, dressed in loose pajamas, nearly ran into her.


    He frowned faintly, memories from the previous night shing through his mind, leaving him vaguely unsettled.


    Ste spoke first. “Where are the anti-anxiety pills Dr. Vance prescribed for you?”


    His instincts red. “What do you want?”


    Instead of answering, she opened her palm. Bright, rainbow-colored candies rested there. “These are sweet. If you don’t like taking medicine, you can eat a candy afterward. It won’t taste bitter.”


    William paused. Did she really think bitterness was the reason he avoided pills?


    “Ste, don’t tter yourself,” he said coolly. “I’m not three years old.”


    He didn’t need candy to hide the taste. He simply didn’t like taking medication.


    “I know,” she replied calmly. “I just don’t want you to see taking medicine as something painful. Candy might help ease your anxiety a little. It can trigger dopamine release.”


    Her earnest tone made him chuckle despite himself. “Since when did you start studying medicine?”


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