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    Neil had been waiting alongside aputer repair technician, prepared for what was next.

    He nodded, and the technician advanced with his tools to start on Katelyn’sputer.

    Watching silently from the side, Neil’s eyes betrayed a deeper intent.

    Ever since their divorce, he had been caught in a relentless cycle,ing close to proving Katelyn was Iris, only to have his suspicions thwarted time and again. Driven nearly mad by uncertainty, Neil was resolved to discover Katelyn’s true identity this time.

    The issue with Katelyn’sputer was minor. It had simply shut down from the fall. Nothing critical was damaged, and it was quickly operational again. Yet, it was secured with a password.

    Neil tried various passwords, including significant dates like Katelyn’s birthday, their anniversary, and his own, but none worked.

    Growing impatient, he enlisted a hacker to bypass the password.

    The screen disyed a straightforward six-digit password, which the hacker cracked with ease. Neil hastily explored the folders, finding numerous design sketches, each meticulously dated.

    The most telling document was dated the day after their divorce, coinciding with the day Neil had seen Katelyn with Vincent.

    His fists tightened, emotions swirling as he processed the information.

    Katelyn, his wife for three years, had concealed her real identity, colluding with others to deceive him.

    Despite understanding the project’s importance to him, she chose to side with Vincent, betraying her own husband.

    Had she ever truly loved him?

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    Throughout their rtionship, had her affections been nothing more than a facade?

    Katelyn had proven herself aplete imposter.

    Neil pounded the table in rage, shouting, “I knew it all along! Katelyn is actually Iris—she’s been tricking me for ages!”

    Lise, who had just walked in, overheard everything clearly.

    “How is that possible? How could Katelyn be Iris?” she thought.

    Despite her disbelief, memories of Vincent’s frequent assistance to Katelyn and their coboration shed through her mind—a coboration Lise had actively tried to sabotage. She now felt utterly foolish.

    Her endless critiques of Katelyn now seemed like a cruel joke. Iris, the designer she had been trying to win favor with, turned out to be Katelyn, the woman she hated the most.

    Bitterness and anger welled up inside her, and jealousy darkened her eyes.

    “Why has Katelyn been ostracized as imagined after Neil? Instead, she’s acimed as a top designer—an existence I’ve longed for but cannot reach. Why is that?”

    Lise masked her shock and anger with a smile, inhaling deeply and pretending to be confused.

    “Neil, what if Katelyn insists she’s not Iris?” She couldn’t believe it.

    Could it be true?!

    Even now, Lise held onto hope.

    How could Katelyn, of all people, ascend to such heights in the design world?

    Neil, consumed by fury, thrust theptop toward Lise.

    “Here’s Katelyn’sptop, full of design sketches. What more is there to say?”

    Lise opened a few files and was instantly struck by the sophisticated design sketches within.

    As a designer herself, the stark difference between her own work and the brilliance showcased in these documents fueled her envy even more. A sinister idea then struck her.

    “Neil, perhaps you should work directly with Katelyn now to ensure this partnership for the uingpany project.”

    Neil inhaled sharply and walked toward the window, his eyes zing with vengeful thoughts.

    “I’ll make Katelyn regret deceiving me!”

    Unseen, Lise discreetly captured photos of the design sketches on her phone.

    The brilliance radiating from Katelyn’s work was mesmerizing.

    Lise was determined to attain that level of acim and respect in the design world for herself.

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