“How could such cruelty befall you… and subsequently destroy me?”

The devastating truth she had never shared hung between them: that night, the invisible hand that had drugged Ernest had not stopped there—Linda, too, had fallen victim to the same sinister plot!

At this crucial juncture, Eric’s voice emerged from the periphery, injecting a new perspective into the emotionally charged atmosphere.

“That particular evening,” Eric clarified with careful precision, “Ernest was engaged in negotiations with several key representatives from MK Capital.”

“MK Capital?” The name struck Linda like an electrical current, causing her body to stiffen instantaneously.

Though the specifics of MK Capital remained a mystery to her, the memory of Ernest mentioning his business appointment there that evening resurfaced with sudden clarity in her mind.

With her calendar blissfully unoccupied for those forty-eight hours and yearning for additional moments in Ernest’s company, she had impulsively decided to accompany him on what should have been a routine business trip.

The evening of the life-altering incident had featured an opulent ball—all crystal chandeliers and champagne fountains—hosted with extravagant flourish by MK Capital.

Throughout the evening, Ernest had circulated through the crowd with practiced ease, shaking hands and forging connections, while Linda drifted through the periphery of the gathering, increasingly isolated and forgotten.

When an alarming warmth began to spread through Linda’s limbs and her vision blurred at the edges, her instinctive response was to seek Ernest’s steadying presence.

However, upon scanning the glittering assembly with increasing desperation, she discovered Ernest had vanished from the ballroom entirely.

Battling a growing disorientation, she had made her unsteady way toward his hotel suite, clinging to hallway walls for support.

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But fate had cruelly misdirected her steps—instead of finding sanctuary in Ernest’s quarters, she had unwittingly stumbled into the lavish bridal suite belonging to Robin and his new wife, Elissa!

When consciousness returned hours later and Linda’s bleary eyes focused on the unfamiliar masculine profile slumbering beside her, a sickening wave of dissociation crashed over her, as though she were observing the calamity from somewhere outside her own body.

Gripped by primal panic, Linda had gathered her scattered garments with trembling hands and fled the scene before her unknown companion stirred, practically sprinting back to the safety of her assigned quarters.

Pure, unadulterated terror had coursed through her veins like liquid nitrogen, freezing rational thought!

The mechanics of the situation remained an incomprehensible blur in her memory. Worse still, the specter of Ernest’s reaction loomed large—how could she possibly face the man she loved if he discovered her apparent infidelity with a stranger?

Would his love survive such a revelation, or would he recoil from her touch forevermore?

Linda had refused to entertain these devastating possibilities, shutting them away in the darkest corner of her mind as primitive survival instincts screamed for immediate escape.

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