The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 138

Sloane stood her ground in the snow, her headlamp shining directly into the imposter's face.

"So tell me," she repeated, her tone chillingly devoid of emotion. "What exactly is your real name?"

The man paused before breaking into an exaggerated, mocking laugh, staring at her as if she were a certified lunatic.

"What the hell are you rambling about?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're saying I'm not Liam Jensen? Hahaha—"

He laughed so loud it shattered the stillness of the glacier, startling some unseen creature into frantic flight in the distance.

"This is absolutely ridiculous."

Wiping the smirk from his face, he met Sloane's gaze with flawless, unblinking innocence. "I am Liam Jensen. Retired national team diver, three-time gold medalist, spent the last decade coaching. You guys vetted my file a thousand times, didn't you?"

Sloane just stared at him in silence.

Finally, she spoke, her voice still eerily calm.

"The real Coach Jensen would never forget that he once saved a drowning child in a coastal port city, not the capital."

The arrogant grin vanished from the man's face for a fraction of a second.

"Oh, you mean that little incident? That was ages ago, it's not a crime to get the details mixed up."

"It wasn't a little incident." Sloane glared at him, enunciating every single word. "It made the front page of the local gazette. He proudly brought it up to me at least three times, boasting that saving that life meant more to him than any gold medal. How could he possibly forget where it happened?!"

The air practically froze solid.

The imposter didn't say a word.

Harrison and Josh maintained their lethal grip on him, while Diego just stood there, completely dumbfounded by the terrifying revelation.

Sloane took another aggressive step forward, her headlamp blinding him.

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