Alyssa POV:
Christian stood there, his face a mixture of shock and guilt, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He shifted uncomfortably under my icy gaze, unable to meet my eyes for more than a second. His silence, as always, was louder than any words. It screamed cowardice.
Then, a rustle from behind him, and Kianna emerged from the shadow of Christian's car. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her pale face, and she clutched a thick blanket around her slender shoulders. She looked frail, vulnerable, the perfect picture of an innocent victim. But her eyes, those wide, seemingly innocent eyes, were fixed on Gordon, studying him with a calculating intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
"Alyssa, how... how could you?" Kianna's voice was soft, laced with a tremor that suggested deep hurt. "We were so worried! Christian thought you were... oh, it was terrible! You just disappeared, and then for you to accuse him like that, after he saved me..." She paused, letting her words hang in the freezing air, heavy with implication. "It almost sounds like you planned this. To make Christian look bad, to... to get rid of me."
My breath hitched. Confusion warred with a rising tide of fury. Planned this? Get rid of her? In my past life, I had offered her nothing but kindness, even as she subtly undermined my relationship with Christian. I had felt sympathy for her, for her seemingly fragile nature, for her lifelong unrequited love for Christian. But this accusation... this was beyond the pale.
My heart, once so soft and forgiving, hardened in an instant. I wouldn't be the silent, suffering victim this time. I was done with their manipulative games. I was done with their lies. I was done allowing them to define my reality.
A cold, mirthless laugh tore from my throat, surprising even myself. It was a harsh, brittle sound that echoed in the quiet night, making both Christian and Kianna flinch.
"Planned this?" I repeated, my voice now dangerously low, a stark contrast to my earlier outburst. "You truly think I' d orchestrate a near-fatal car crash, willingly risk my own life, just to 'get rid' of you, Kianna? To make Christian 'look bad'?" My gaze, now sharp and unwavering, pierced through Kianna's fragile facade. "What possible motive would I have for such an absurd, self-destructive scheme?"
I turned my head slightly, my eyes flicking to Christian, then back to Kianna. "Or are you trying to imply that Christian, the man who was supposedly my fiancé, the man whose family desperately wants a merger with mine, would actually choose to save you over me, unless he was somehow tricked or manipulated?" I raised an eyebrow, a challenge in my voice. "Tell me, Kianna, if I was indeed so devious, so manipulative, why didn't I just let Christian save me, as he tried to? Why did I explicitly tell him to save you instead?"
Christian shifted awkwardly, his gaze darting between Kianna and me, his face a mask of discomfort. He opened his mouth, then closed it, no words escaping. His silence was deafening, a damning admission.
"Exactly," I said, my voice cutting through the tension. "Your silence speaks volumes, Christian. It confirms everything."
I took a step forward, my feverish body trembling, but my resolve unshakeable. "You want to know what happened? You want to know the truth?"
