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    Jazlyn flinched at the sound of herughter. Unease crept into her chest, yet she forced herself to push back. “Ste, what are you talking about? Everything I said is sincere. You can’t deny Marc’s feelings just because William kept you away for a time.”


    “Enough.”


    Ste cut her off. The smile vanished from her face, her brows drawing together as her voice turned sharp and cold. “Don’t bring up the past. When Marc was cheating, where was your concern for our rtionship then?”


    At those words, Jazlyn’s pupils shrank, the color draining from her face in an instant. “You…”


    Ste remembered.


    She remembered everything from the past two years.


    How could that be? Marc had sworn — sworn — that she would never recover those memories for as long as she lived.


    Ste gazed down at Jazlyn with undisguised contempt, each word leaving her lips like a sharpened de driving straight into the older woman’s chest.


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    “Jazlyn, my memories have returned — every single thing you and Marc did to me. You insist he loved me, yet he carried on an affair with Haley while conspiring with you to steal my patent. Tell me — is that what you consider love?”


    Complete panic seized Jazlyn. Her head shook frantically, denial spilling from her lips on pure instinct. “No, that’s not true…”


    But conviction never touched her words — she didn’t believe them herself. Panic flooded her downcast eyes, and she couldn’t summon the courage to meet Ste’s gaze. A sneer twisted Ste’s lips. “Do you need me to catalog every crime in explicit detail? Drop the performance. Your son dug his own grave. I won’t write any letter of leniency, won’t lift a finger to reduce his sentence. Abandon that fantasy.”


    Ste’s deration obliterated Jazlyn’sst fragment of hope. Every pretense she had constructed crumbled to nothing in that single moment.


    Tremors seized her entire body. She ground her teeth and forced herself to look up into Ste’s eyes — eyes brimming with contemptuous scorn. All strength seemed to drain from her limbs, leaving her so hollow she forgot even to cry. Ste’s memories had returned intact, which meant nothing Jazlyn said could alter the inevitable truth: Marc was going to prison.


    Fear and despair crashed over her in suffocating waves as memories flooded her mind — Marc’s face at every age, from innocent toddler to the broken man he had be. What mother could endure watching her son locked away behind bars?


    Tears struck the pavement. Jazlyn lowered her head until it touched cold concrete, despair crushing herpletely. “Please — ce all the me on my shoulders. Greed blinded me. I poisoned Marc against you, encouraged his cruelty, even orchestrated his affair with Haley. If you need someone to hate, hate me. I’m begging you, please spare Marc.” She pleaded with her head bowed in supplication. “He’s still young — prison will destroy his entire future. You were married for two years. Doesn’t somepassion survive from that time? You can’t be so merciless, so willing to destroy himpletely.”


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