Chapter 231 It Wasn't Me

• Ariana's POV:
• The silence was heavy, stretching between us like a thick fog. There were no words left, but the unspoken tension clung to the air, wrapping around us tightly.
• Stefan snatched the card from the table, his fingers brushing over it just long enough to skim the surface. He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing, then tossed it aside with a sharp flick of his wrist. His face, once calm, hardened as he stood, his movements deliberate and stiff. Without a single word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness.