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    “So what if you remember? She doesn’t remember a damn thing now. Even if you spelled out every detail for her, she wouldn’t believe a wording from your mouth. You’re just the pervert who kidnapped her from our wedding. She’ll never remember you—not in this lifetime. So why don’t you give up on that pathetic fantasy?”


    Hearing those words leave Marc’s mouth, the furrow between William’s brows deepened into something darker and more troubled. He advanced one deliberate step closer, and his voice dropped to something low, heavy, and dangerous. “What exactly do you mean when you say she’ll never remember me in this lifetime?”


    Some deep instinct told William that something was fundamentally wrong with what Marc had just said.


    Ste’s condition had been diagnosed as selective amnesia, hadn’t it? The doctors had assured him there remained a genuine possibility of recovery.


    Why, then, was Marc so certain that Ste would never remember anything at all?


    The usation had barely left William’s mouth when Marc threw his head back andughed. “I already told you—she won’t remember. She can’t. Those memories might haunt her dreams every single night, shing through her mind like fragments of a broken mirror, but she still won’t recall you. Don’t believe me? Go back and see for yourself.”


    That smug, unshakeable confidence made William’s blood run cold. Something was wrong here.


    William’s hand shot out without warning. He seized Marc by the cor and hauled him upward until his feet barely scraped the floor.


    “Onest time.” William’s voice dropped to something dangerous. “What the hell do you mean by that?”


    Marc mped his mouth shut. His lips formed a stubborn, bloodless line.


    William could beat him within an inch of his life and Marc would never breathe a word about the drug. About what it had done. About the cycle he’d trapped Ste in.


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    The drug didn’t just erase memories. It built walls around them, reinforcing those barriers day after day.


    Clinical trials across three continents had proven its effectiveness. The results were undeniable. He’d paid a fortune for the drug.


    Ste had been taking it for months while she’d remained under his roof, under his control. William couldn’t just snap his fingers and unravel months of chemical maniption.


    Marc’s silence stretched on. Something inside William snapped.


    His boot connected with Marc’s knee, hard and merciless.


    Marc’s scream tore through the air. His leg buckled, and he crumpled to the ground.


    The agony receded slowly, like a tide pulling back from shore. Then, incredibly, Marc startedughing again.


    “Is that all you’ve got, William? Brute force and empty threats? Just wait. Stel wille crawling back to me eventually. You can’t keep her prisoner forever.”


    William turned on his heel and walked away.


    Another second in that room and he’d do something he couldn’t take back.


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