Caroline's eyes were locked on Leo. She stared at his calm, composed face. It was like the intense kiss she had just witnessed meant nothing to him at all. Seeing that blank indifference was the final straw. The last bit of her self-control shattered.The white shock in her cheeks flushed into a blotchy, angry red.
Without saying a word, she moved. She stepped forward and pushed past Stefan, who was still standing in the doorway. She brushed against his arm, not even looking at him, shoving him aside with her shoulder. Her entire focus was on the two people in the center of the room.
She walked into the room. Her heels, which had been quiet on the hallway carpet, now clicked sharply against the wooden floor. Each step was loud and deliberate, echoing in the quiet space.
She stopped a few feet from Leo and Elena. Her eyes went to Elena first. Elena couldn't look at her. Her best friend's head was bowed, her eyes fixed on the floor in clear guilt. Caroline's gaze burned over her for just a searing second—taking in the bowed head, the ashamed posture. Then, her eyes snapped back to Leo. He was the one she had come for. He was the one who was supposed to be hers for the night.
She opened her mouth. A low, disbelieving sound came out first.
"Wow," she said, the word dripping with bitter mockery. "Just… wow."
Her eyes were blazing with a furious, bright heat.
"Let me get this straight," she said, her voice starting low but climbing higher and louder with every word. "I bring you here. To this party. I introduce you to everyone—the mayor, the councilmen, everyone. I planned this whole night. I got dressed up, I made sure we looked perfect together, I did everything!" She was almost shouting now. "I asked for one simple, easy thing—to wait in one spot for five minutes—and instead, I find you up here… with my best friend?"
She finally turned her whole body to face Elena, her eyes wide with a pain that went beyond anger. "My best friend," Caroline said, her voice dropping to a horrified whisper. "Elena. You?" She shook her head, as if she could shake away the image. "Of all people… you were the one person I trusted with everything. And you do this? With him? How could you? How could you do this to me?" Her words weren't shouted, but they were choked with a hurt that made them even worse.
She spun back to Leo, her chest heaving up and down rapidly. "And you!" she said, her voice rough. "You just stand there, looking at me like I'm the one who's confusing? Like I'm crazy? I've been by your side all night! I've been trying so hard, I've been… I…" Her words caught. Her voice cracked open on the last word, revealing the deep, aching hurt beneath all the fury. She swallowed hard, forcing the emotion down, and steeled herself. She pointed a trembling finger back and forth between Leo and Elena.
"This," she stated, her voice now shaking with a mixture of rage and unshed tears, "is the greatest, most cliché, most humiliating betrayal possible. From both of you. At the same time. So, congratulations. You wi—"
Leo held up his hand, not in a gesture of peace, but as a clear command to halt. His voice cut through her rising hysteria with a firm, quiet intensity that demanded immediate silence. "Caroline. Stop."
He was angry now. It wasn't a loud, explosive anger, but a sudden wave of irritation that finally broke through his usual calm surface. He stared back at her, his brows drawn together slightly in complete bewilderment. She was acting as if he had taken sacred vows with her, as if he had committed the ultimate betrayal by being with someone else. But none of that was real. He had never spoken words of love or commitment to her. He had never hinted at a future, never offered her that kind of hope. His presence here had one simple explanation, which he had given her already.
"Let me be very clear," Leo said, his voice dropping lower. It was precise and left no space for her dramatics. "You asked me to come to this party with you. I agreed.I promised I would accompany you. That was the entire deal."
He took a small, deliberate step forward, closing the space between them just enough so his gaze could lock onto hers. He refused to let her look away from the unvarnished truth.
"At no point did I ever say I was your boyfriend," he stated, each word measured. "At no point did I promise you anything other than showing up at this mansion tonight. You decided all the rest on your own. You linked your arm through mine. You introduced me to people,you gave me orders about where to stand and who to talk to. I went along with it because it was easier than causing a scene, and also because I was keeping my word to you. But that was it. That was all it ever was between us tonight."
He shook his head slowly, his expression one of stark clarity.It was the look of someone stating a simple fact that should have been obvious all along.
"You're standing here yelling about betrayal," he said, his voice steady and calm, "but you're only betraying your own imagination. You built a whole story in your head. You wrote a script where we were the main couple, where every polite gesture from me was a secret sign, where my simple agreement to come here meant I wanted to be with you. I never agreed to that story. I never even read that script."
He kept his eyes locked on hers, making sure she heard every single word.
"I see you as a friend, Caroline. That is all. You are my friend. And tonight, I was just fulfilling a promise I made to that friend. If you thought my kindness, or my patience, or me just being here was more than that, then you misunderstood. Completely. You saw a reflection of what you wanted to see, not what was actually there."
Finally, he gestured slightly with his hand, first toward Elena, who stood silently, and then back at Caroline herself, physically marking the distinction between them.
"What happens between me and anyone else," he said, his tone final, "is not a betrayal of you. It can't be. I never belonged to you. We never had that kind of connection. We are friends. That's the beginning of our story, and it is also the end of it.Your anger, all of this hurt, it's based on a dream. On something that was never real, and that I never, ever promised you."
As Leo spoke, Elena stood perfectly still. Her eyes were fixed on a spot on the wooden floor near Caroline's heels. A heavy, sick feeling of guilt had filled her stomach the second she saw Caroline in the doorway. She knew exactly how Caroline felt. Caroline had said it out loud on Leo's very first day, going on and on about the gorgeous new guy. More than that, Elena had watched it every day since—in the way Caroline looked at him, in the way she always found a reason to touch his arm, in the way she spoke about him as if he were already hers.
Elena also remembered, clearly, the conversation she'd had with Leo just days ago. She had asked him directly about Caroline.His answer had been clear and left no room for doubt: I only see her as a friend. She had believed him then. That memory had been her only defense, a small piece of logic to hold onto against the guilt.
Now, hearing Leo say those same words so bluntly to Caroline's face—"I see you as a friend. That is all."—that last bit of guilt finally melted away. It wasn't a mean thing to say. It was just the truth, plain and simple. He had never tricked Caroline. He had never played games. This whole mess was built on a mistake that Caroline had made all by herself.
With the guilt gone, a deep, painful sympathy flooded in to take its place. Elena slowly lifted her head and looked at her best friend. She saw the angry red color fading from Caroline's cheeks, leaving her face pale and slack. She saw the bright, wounded shock in Caroline's wide eyes, like an animal that had been hit. She saw Caroline's lips, usually set in a confident smile, trembling uncontrollably.
At that moment,Elena's own embarrassment was forgotten. Her expression softened into pure, helpless pity. She knew there was nothing she could say. Any words from her—an apology, an explanation—would only pour salt into the wound. So she stayed silent. She just looked at Caroline, her eyes wide and sorrowful, filled with an aching understanding of just how much pain Caroline was in.
Caroline stared at Leo. She heard every single word he said, and she could not find a way to argue. The truth was not a slippery thing she could twist; it was a solid, heavy wall right in front of her, and she had just run straight into it. He was right. He had never called himself her boyfriend. He had never whispered promises of dates or a future. He had only agreed to come to this party with her. That was the deal. She was the one who had taken his simple, polite agreement and painted an entire fairy tale over it.
Knowing he was logically correct didn't stop the pain. It made it worse. It meant the heartbreak was her own fault, and that humiliation burned hotter than the betrayal. Her chest ached with a deep, physical hurt. She truly loved him. The realization of how one-sided that love was made her lips begin to tremble uncontrollably. She opened her mouth, desperate to find some words—any words—to defend herself, to hurt him back, to explain the feeling in her chest. But her mind was a blank, static roar of pain. No clever words, no sharp defense formed. All she could do was stand there, exposed and shattered.
Leo kept looking at her. He watched as the reality of his words finally settled in. He saw the hot anger in her eyes start to fade, getting swallowed up by a rising wave of pure hurt. Her eyes began to glisten, growing shiny with tears she was desperately fighting to keep from falling. He had known the truth would be harsh to hear, but seeing its effect firsthand—the way it broke her apart—was uncomfortable. He felt no satisfaction, only a strong desire to leave. He didn't want to stand there and watch her cry. As far as he was concerned, this was finished.
Without saying another word, he turned slightly and reached for Elena's hand.His grip was firm and deliberate.
Elena, whose full attention had been on Caroline's crumbling expression, jumped at the sudden touch. She looked down at their joined hands, then up at his face, complete confusion written all over her features.What was he doing? Where were they going? But before she could voice the questions, he was already moving, pulling her gently with him.
He walked straight toward the door, guiding Elena past Caroline. As they passed, his shoulder brushed lightly against Caroline's. It was the briefest, most impersonal contact, but in that silent room, it felt like a final, cruel dismissal. Caroline didn't flinch;She just remained rooted to the spot, only feeling the faint, brief pressure against her arm before it was gone.
Leo didn't look back at her. His focus was ahead, on the doorway, and on Stefan Salvatore, who was still standing there, a silent witness to the entire collapse.
Stefan watched Leo walk toward him, leading Elena by the hand. The expression on Leo's face was cold and resolved. All traces of the earlier mocking smile or false politeness were gone. This was the same look Stefan remembered from that night—the look of someone settling a serious score. A deep, primal fear, something even older than his vampire instincts, shot through Stefan's body. Without thinking, he took a quick, involuntary step backward, moving completely out of the doorway to give them a wide berth.
Just as he was about to pass through, Leo stopped. He turned his head and looked directly at Stefan. Leo had noticed Stefan's face during the confrontation with Caroline. He had seen that flicker of grim observation, the detached look of someone watching a painful scene unfold like it was a television drama. Stefan had just stood there, watching Caroline's heartbreak and Leo's harsh explanations without a word, without moving.
Leo's original plan had been to make Stefan jealous. That was his small revenge for Stefan's hypocrisy. But looking at Stefan now, he saw no jealousy. He only saw fear and a strange, pained relief that the scene was ending. The plan had failed. Stefan was once again just a spectator.
That indifference, right now, felt like its own kind of insult.
Leo's eyes grew even colder, if that was possible. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low, flat, and carried a quiet promise that seemed to drop the temperature in the hall.
"I'll deal with you later."
The words weren't a shout or a snarl. They were a simple, icy statement of fact. He didn't wait for a reply. Holding Elena's hand firmly, he turned and continued down the hallway, leaving Stefan standing alone in the doorway, the cold promise hanging in the silent air behind him.
Elena, pulled along by Leo's firm grip, glanced back over her shoulder as they left the room. Her eyes first found Caroline, still standing frozen in the middle of the room, looking completely shattered. Then her gaze shifted to Stefan. He was still in the doorway, standing stiff as a board, his face pale and tense.
A fresh wave of confusion cut through her own messy emotions. Why did Stefan just stand there? The question formed clearly in her mind. He had been at the door the whole time. He must have seen Caroline coming.He could have said something. He could have warned them, or even stepped forward to stop Caroline from walking in. But he hadn't moved a muscle. He had simply… watched. Let it all happen.
The thought stuck in her mind, a small, sharp point of suspicion, as Leo led her further away down the quiet, carpeted hallway.
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