"Don't compare me to you," Joyce said, standing up. "I will marry Rafael. It's been my dream since I was a child."

Gabriel lifted his chin slightly, looking into Joyce's eyes. "Even though Eileen has lost her memory, I still don't think you'll be able to marry Rafael."

Joyce's face turned extremely pale.

"Whose side are you on anyway, mine or Eileen's?"

Gabriel's eyes flickered with an image of Eileen from the files, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"That's a good question."

After a long pause, he raised an eyebrow at Joyce. "But I'm not on anyone's side. I stand with the facts."

Joyce gave a cold laugh,...