Chapter 79.

Jayden’s POV.

A car screeched into the driveway, too fast for the kind of night it was. The tyres sliced against the marble curb, and the sharp sound cut through the laughter and violins inside. For a second, no one moved. The chandeliers kept trembling softly from the bass of the music, and the hall stayed bright, golden, and false — like everything was still under control. But I knew better.

I looked down at my phone, and my stomach folded in on itself. The last ...