The air between them hung heavy, thick with the dark shadows of a past Sarah could barely comprehend. She remained motionless, her eyes locked onto Jayden as his voice carried the grim tale of Keith—a narrative woven with betrayal, malice, and a chilling disregard for human life. With every word he uttered, the grotesque portrait of Keith grew clearer, painting him not merely as an adversary, but as a predator.
Jayden recounted the harrowing details of how Keith had orchestrated his ruin, culminating in a calculated attempt to end his life. Sarah felt a cold, sharp knot tighten in her chest. Her heart sank, heavy with a suffocating wave of anxiety. She had never heard Keith's side of the story—she had only known him through whispers and shattered fragments—but looking at Jayden now, could he really be lying? What possible reason would a man have to invent a tale of being poisoned, to manufacture a brush with death, if it had never occurred?
