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A lie. 

It was all a lie! 

Marina’s fragility, her tears–it was just a performance. 

Her post–traumatic stress disorder, the very thing that had softened his heart time and again, giving him an excuse to favor her, was a fabrication. 

Even the report that Katherine had died alone was a fiction they had carefully constructed! 

He–who spent his life delivering justice and taking down the worst of the worst, who prided himself on staying cold and in control–had been played for a fool. 

He had allowed his own suspicion to become a weapon, using it to drive the woman who had stood by his side for ten years–the one person he shared the deepest bond with–to the brink of despair. 

Blind rage and crushing regret washed over him, drowning his reason. 

He radiated a pure, murderous intent. 

He kicked open the door and loomed over the two women, a terrifying figure of danger. 

The jovial atmosphere in the room evaporated instantly. 

The triumphant smile on Marina’s face froze, then shattered into pa 

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Elizabeth’s hands trembled, dropping the jewelry box Marina had just gifted her. Gems spilled across the floor. 

Too terrified to even look at Raymond, she scrambled out of the room on all fours in a blind panic, never once looking back. 

Suddenly, only Marina remained, paralyzed on the sofa. 

She tried to force a calm façade, her face twisting into a strained grimace as she attempted to stand and approach him. “Ray, let me explain…” 

“Shut up!” 

Raymond closed the distance in long strides, clamped one hand around Marina’s slender throat, and slammed her hard against the wall. 

The impact left Marina dazed, struggling for air. 

Raymond looked down at her, his eyes bloodshot and burning with a violent desire to destroy her. “The PTSD–that was a lie? 

“Katherine’s death–you made that up, too? 

“From the moment you approached me, was every step, every scheme… calculated?” 

Every word dripped with violence. 

Marina went limp with terror at the murderous look in his eyes, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. 

She couldn’t manage to form a single complete sentence. 

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