JADE's POV
Being around Chris felt like sinking into quicksand—the more I fought, the deeper I sank. And the worst part? He knew it. He was always one step ahead, pulling the strings of the game he had carefully constructed, using my past—the secret I had buried so deeply even I refused to acknowledge it—as a weapon against me.
Every decision I made, every step I took, felt like it had already been decided for me. Chris had played me. He had planned all with April. And he had done it without hesitation, without guilt, without even trying to hide it. He had put us in the same project, forced us onto the same battlefield, knowing exactly how it would end.
And I couldn't even ask Silas for help. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Not without telling him the truth.
Silas
