Vincent froze, his broad shoulders tensing as Jade's words cut through the silence.
The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, dark shadows on the walls, emphasizing the heavy atmosphere in the room.
"You think I don't know that?" Vincent spat, his voice thick with frustration and guilt. "You think I don't feel the weight of what I've done?"
Jade took a tentative step forward, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Then why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away?"
Vincent's eyes widened as if struck by a sudden revelation.
The blazing fury that had twisted his features moments before evaporated, replaced by a calculating gleam.
"You said you remember everything now. So, I guess… you remember who Ryley Schwartz is," he said, his voice dripping with a dangerous calm.
"Of-of course!" Jade stammered, taken aback by the abrupt shift in Vincent's demeanor. "H-He was a supermodel and my mentor in modeling too."
