XANDER'S POV
As Jada closed her eyes, seeking refuge from the tumultuous revelations that had shattered her world, I felt a surge of protectiveness. The weight of her pain visibly showed on her face, and I vowed to be the anchor she needed.
With gentle fingers, I continued to run them through her hair, the soft strands intertwining with my touch. The room echoed with the haunting silence of betrayal and sorrow, and the weight of the confessions lingered like a heavy fog.
My mind raced, attempting to make sense of the twisted tale Barret had unveiled. Hatred born out of unrequited love had transformed into a malevolent force, leading to a tragedy that scarred Jada's life irreversibly. Bridget's complicity in her father's actions and devilishness added another layer of darkness to the unf
