During that month of injury, Keegan realized this, but he never corrected Jaylene.

His preferences were crystal clear.

If Jaylene had any sense at all, she would have noticed.

Yet, she still clung to that idealized version of Keegan, simply because that was the Keegan she desired.

Besides, who in their right mind would willingly give banned substances to someone they cared about? This shallow, self-serving infatuation couldn't be considered love; it was nothing more than despicable possessiveness.

Since regaining his memory, Keegan saw things with clarity.

He recalled the days when he was bedridden due to his severe injury.

Each time the nurse tended to his wounds, Jaylene stood nearby, her brow furrowed not out of fear, but out of disgust.

At that time, he couldn't recall Stella.

Jaylene had convinced him she was his lover, but deep down, he didn't believe it.

How could his supposed lover recoil at the sight of his injuries? Though this memory was later erased by the hypnotist, now that he thought about it again, it only reinforced his suspicions.

their fiercest arguments, Stella never abandoned

Jaylene adored was noble, proud, seemingly untouchable, adorned with a

Stella loved was just an

strengths and accepted

Jaylene's counterfeit affection? Keegan kissed Stella's cheek and whispered softly,

love you." With that, Keegan's ears

love wasn't

actions spoke

did he know, men and women approached love

in love, she was prone to

someone like him, who fell silent during arguments, attempting to cool things down

could bring her joy, then he

but it wasn't as challenging as he'd

taken aback, her gaze meeting

heart skipped

the pillow, her words stumbling, "Who taught you to say that?" Keegan

"No one taught me.

wanted to tell

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