?<strong>Chapter 818:</strong>


    Dulce’s heart dropped, her face flushing as she realized the role she had been cast in. She had be the mistress in their eyes.


    She rubbed her bruised elbow and forced a smile, trying to save face. “Sorry, but your sister’s been gone for a long time. He’s single now, so I—”


    “Shut up!” Michael’s voice cut through the air, sharp andmanding.


    Dulce, usually so bold, flinched at the intensity of his shout.


    She could read the anger in his eyes, and though she had pushed boundaries before, this was different.


    With Michael standing there, his teeth clenched, his expression a storm of conflict and regret, Dulce didn’t dare to make a move.


    “Michael,e home with me. Now!” Fiona urged.


    Michael, seemingly lost in his thoughts, took a slow, almost reluctant step toward Fiona.


    Dulce, her heart pounding, mustered all her courage and stepped in his path. “Michael, you need to move on!”


    “Get lost.”


    Michael’s voice was low, almost a growl. His mind was consumed by the image of Lacey before she passed away.


    Their hands had been locked together so tightly, and the ring—still on his finger—was the symbol of a promise that felt impossible to break.


    How could he move on when she had died in the very year she had loved him the most?


    “Michael! You have your own life! Even if you don’t like me, you can’t keep living in the past!” Dulce insisted.


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    Suddenly, Michael snapped. With a forceful move, he shoved Dulce against the wall, his arm pressing tightly across her neck. “What do you know?”


    Dulce gasped for air, pain twisting her face as tears spilled down her cheeks.


    Seeing that, Michael finally released her, reverting to his usual cold demeanor.


    Even if Fiona hadn’t called out to him, he wouldn’t have let Dulce kiss him.


    However, being seen in this situation was his fault.


    “Don’te near me again. I don’t like you. I will never like you,” he warned.


    Dulce had never faced such a setback in her life.


    She had entered a genius ss at ten, worked on national projects by eighteen, and at twenty-three, she had been the welder for a major lunar probe project. After its sessfulunch, she was recruited by a prestigious aerospace manufacturingpany and offered a high sry.


    Her life had always been smooth, everything falling into ce with just a little effort.


    But Michael was like a ck hole, absorbing everything she threw at him, leaving nothing behind.


    She believed in the mystery of the universe and the existence of alternate realities.


    She believed that in another world, Michael and Lacey must be living happily together.


    But in this world, she couldn’t stand seeing Michael so trapped in his grief, convincing himself that he didn’t deserve happiness.


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