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    Tracy let out a sharp, hollowugh. “It was Dolores who pushed me.” She met Shaun’s stunned gaze, her voice eerily steady. “Lowell had other ns—he was going to send me out of the country, quietly. But then I ran into Dolores. She’spletely unhinged. She wanted me dead. So when she shoved me, I grabbed her. If I was going down, she wasing with me.” A bitter smile flickered across her lips. “But Lowell stepped in. Tore us apart. And I was the only one who fell.”


    Shaun’s lips parted, but no words came. His hands clenched at his sides.


    It was the Ruiz siblings’ doing.


    Elyse had been certain, filled with anger, urging him to look into them. Yet, what had he done? Nothing. He never bothered to investigate, never even questioned them.


    Shaun’s hands balled into fists as realization hit him hard. He could no longer avoid the truth—it was time to confront it.


    He had treated Tracy horribly. She had given him herplete trust, poured herself into him, and in return, he hadn’t even given her half of what Elyse had.


    The devastation on Shaun’s face didn’t go unnoticed. Tracy sighed in exasperation, turning to Jayden. “I’ve had my say,” she said coldly. “I’m leaving. Don’t try to stop me.”


    Tracy’s eyes darted to her watch, her patience wearing thin. She knew that if she lingered any longer, Lowell’s call would be inevitable.


    Thest thing she needed was to take his call with these two thorns in her side—Jayden and Shaun. She had to shake them off, and fast.


    After carefully weighing his words, Jayden cut through the tension like a knife. “This devotion to Lowell isn’t born of love, is it? You’re orchestrating his demise, aren’t you?”


    His words hit Shaun like a physical blow, sending the room spinning as his eyes searched Tracy’s face, desperate for any sign of denial.


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    A ghost of a smile yed on Tracy’s lips. “Being Lowell’s wifees with its own rewards. Why would I jeopardize that by plotting his death?”


    “Marry me instead!” Shaun’s voice cracked with desperation. “Thepany’s reins are firmly in my hands now—the family stands united behind me. Return to me, and every share I own bes yours!”


    “I’m afraid that ship has sailed,” Tracy replied, her voice as cold as winter frost. “I’m heading home. Cross my path again, and you won’t like the consequences.”


    Shaun crumbled, his arms encircling her as broken sobs wracked his body. “Don’t walk away. I can’t bear to lose you again. Please… just please stay.”


    Tracy’s palm struck his cheek with a sharp crack. Yet he only clung tighter, like a drowning man to a lifeline.


    A harshugh escaped her throat. “Where’s your dignity? You’ve always worn that mask of cool indifference. What’s this pitiful disy? These tears? Have you no pride left?”


    “None of it matters,” he choked out between sobs, refusing to let go. “That wasn’t the real me. You’re the only one who knows my true self. Without you, I’m nothing but an empty shell.”


    Tracy had changed.


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