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After that day, Mara stayed holed up in her room most of the time.
Until one evening at dinner, Juliette suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, her face deathly pale as she collapsed into Cassian's arms.
"What's wrong?" Cassian panicked, immediately calling for the private doctor.
After examining her, the doctor's expression was grave: "It's poisoning."
The entire villa erupted into chaos.
The staff stood trembling on the sidelines while the butler began interrogating everyone about dinner preparations.
"I... I saw..." a young maid spoke up timidly, "I saw Miss Collins adding something to the soup..."
Cassian's gaze turned to ice.
He strode over to Mara and grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight it nearly crushed her bones: "Just because of that jade pendant, you'd try to kill Juliette? Mara, what the hell has happened to you?"
Mara looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper: "I didn't do it."
"Still gonna lie to me?" Cassian's eyes were murderous as he turned to the staff. "Bring me the rest of that soup."
Mara's pupils contracted: "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson." Cassian gripped her jaw, his voice ice-cold. "So you'll know what's acceptable and what isn't."
The staff brought the remaining soup, and at Cassian's signal, they forced it down Mara's throat.
Mara struggled desperately, but two bodyguards held her down.
The warm liquid was forced down her throat, making her choke and cough.
The effects hit fast.
Mara collapsed to her knees in agony, cold sweat instantly soaking through her back. She curled into a ball, nails digging into her palms, but still stubbornly repeated: "I didn't poison anyone..."
Cassian didn't even glance at her, staying by Juliette's bedside the entire time, carefully helping her drink water and gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a damp cloth, his eyes so tender they could melt.
"Cassian..." Juliette weakly grabbed his hand. "Miss Collins, she..."
"Don't defend her," Cassian cooed softly. "Just rest."
Mara's consciousness began to blur, the intense pain making her vision go black. The last thing she remembered was being roughly loaded onto an ambulance.
She spent the entire night in the hospital. Not a single person came to check on her.
When she returned to the villa the next day, the whole house was empty.
Her phone buzzed with a photo from Juliette—
Against a backdrop of blue ocean and sky, Cassian had his arm around Juliette's waist, both of them beaming at the camera.
The caption read: [Someone brought me to the beach to unwind, said I needed to relax after being so traumatized~]
Mara quietly locked her screen and began packing.
When she zipped up her suitcase, she suddenly realized that after three years in this place, she owned so little.
A 24-inch suitcase contained all traces of her existence.
She'd never truly belonged here.
Just like she'd never truly entered his heart.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
Cassian's voice suddenly came from behind her. Mara turned to see him standing in the doorway in his sharp suit, brow furrowed as he studied her.
"I have," she said quietly.
The mistake was falling for you.
The mistake was stubbornly holding onto you all these years.
Cassian's expression softened slightly: "Good. Get dressed, we're going to a party."
"A party?" Mara was momentarily confused.
"You forgot it's my birthday today?" Cassian's frown deepened, his tone incredulous, as if her forgetting was utterly unreasonable.
Mara suddenly remembered—yes, today was his birthday.
In previous years, she would have had the cake ready, carefully chosen gifts, even personally decorated everything.
She would have remembered his favorite flavors, what decorations he hated, his birthday wishes from every year.
But now, she'd completely forgotten.
"You go ahead," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "I'll change and get your gift, then come over."
"Cassian!" Juliette's voice drifted up from downstairs, playfully demanding. "Everyone's waiting for you!"
Cassian nodded, giving Mara one last look: "Hurry up."
With that, he turned and left, his footsteps fading down the hall.
Mara stood there watching his figure disappear around the corner, a self-mocking smile tugging at her lips.
Cassian, this time, my birthday gift to you is disappearing from your world forever.
Setting you free with Juliette, and freeing myself too.
She grabbed her packed suitcase, took one last look around the place she'd called home for three years, then left without looking back.
The airport was bustling with travelers. Standing at the departure gate, Mara pulled out her phone and sent Cassian one final message:
[Cassian, I'm leaving. I wish you and Juliette a love that lasts forever.]
Then she turned off her phone and walked toward the gate.
Three years of devotion, one moment of awakening.
From now on, our paths no longer cross.
Until one evening at dinner, Juliette suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, her face deathly pale as she collapsed into Cassian's arms.
"What's wrong?" Cassian panicked, immediately calling for the private doctor.
After examining her, the doctor's expression was grave: "It's poisoning."
The entire villa erupted into chaos.
The staff stood trembling on the sidelines while the butler began interrogating everyone about dinner preparations.
"I... I saw..." a young maid spoke up timidly, "I saw Miss Collins adding something to the soup..."
Cassian's gaze turned to ice.
He strode over to Mara and grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight it nearly crushed her bones: "Just because of that jade pendant, you'd try to kill Juliette? Mara, what the hell has happened to you?"
Mara looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper: "I didn't do it."
"Still gonna lie to me?" Cassian's eyes were murderous as he turned to the staff. "Bring me the rest of that soup."
Mara's pupils contracted: "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson." Cassian gripped her jaw, his voice ice-cold. "So you'll know what's acceptable and what isn't."
The staff brought the remaining soup, and at Cassian's signal, they forced it down Mara's throat.
Mara struggled desperately, but two bodyguards held her down.
The warm liquid was forced down her throat, making her choke and cough.
The effects hit fast.
Mara collapsed to her knees in agony, cold sweat instantly soaking through her back. She curled into a ball, nails digging into her palms, but still stubbornly repeated: "I didn't poison anyone..."
Cassian didn't even glance at her, staying by Juliette's bedside the entire time, carefully helping her drink water and gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a damp cloth, his eyes so tender they could melt.
"Cassian..." Juliette weakly grabbed his hand. "Miss Collins, she..."
"Don't defend her," Cassian cooed softly. "Just rest."
Mara's consciousness began to blur, the intense pain making her vision go black. The last thing she remembered was being roughly loaded onto an ambulance.
She spent the entire night in the hospital. Not a single person came to check on her.
When she returned to the villa the next day, the whole house was empty.
Her phone buzzed with a photo from Juliette—
Against a backdrop of blue ocean and sky, Cassian had his arm around Juliette's waist, both of them beaming at the camera.
The caption read: [Someone brought me to the beach to unwind, said I needed to relax after being so traumatized~]
Mara quietly locked her screen and began packing.
When she zipped up her suitcase, she suddenly realized that after three years in this place, she owned so little.
A 24-inch suitcase contained all traces of her existence.
She'd never truly belonged here.
Just like she'd never truly entered his heart.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
Cassian's voice suddenly came from behind her. Mara turned to see him standing in the doorway in his sharp suit, brow furrowed as he studied her.
"I have," she said quietly.
The mistake was falling for you.
The mistake was stubbornly holding onto you all these years.
Cassian's expression softened slightly: "Good. Get dressed, we're going to a party."
"A party?" Mara was momentarily confused.
"You forgot it's my birthday today?" Cassian's frown deepened, his tone incredulous, as if her forgetting was utterly unreasonable.
Mara suddenly remembered—yes, today was his birthday.
In previous years, she would have had the cake ready, carefully chosen gifts, even personally decorated everything.
She would have remembered his favorite flavors, what decorations he hated, his birthday wishes from every year.
But now, she'd completely forgotten.
"You go ahead," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "I'll change and get your gift, then come over."
"Cassian!" Juliette's voice drifted up from downstairs, playfully demanding. "Everyone's waiting for you!"
Cassian nodded, giving Mara one last look: "Hurry up."
With that, he turned and left, his footsteps fading down the hall.
Mara stood there watching his figure disappear around the corner, a self-mocking smile tugging at her lips.
Cassian, this time, my birthday gift to you is disappearing from your world forever.
Setting you free with Juliette, and freeing myself too.
She grabbed her packed suitcase, took one last look around the place she'd called home for three years, then left without looking back.
The airport was bustling with travelers. Standing at the departure gate, Mara pulled out her phone and sent Cassian one final message:
[Cassian, I'm leaving. I wish you and Juliette a love that lasts forever.]
Then she turned off her phone and walked toward the gate.
Three years of devotion, one moment of awakening.
From now on, our paths no longer cross.
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