Chapter 25

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The lift door creaked open, inviting Jasmine and Danzell to step inside. The small space felt cold and sterile, as if it held its own secrets within the metallic walls. Jasmine took a deep breath, gently releasing her embrace from Danzell. She felt the need for distance, even if only a few steps.

"Do you feel worse?" Danzell asked with concern. His sharp gaze tried to penetrate Jasmine's unyielding inner walls.

"No, I just need some rest," Jasmine replied coldly. Her words were like ice, hanging in the air momentarily before dissipating. She shifted her gaze to the shiny lift floor, avoiding Danzell's concerned gaze.

The lift began to move upward slowly, the almost inaudible hum of the engine accompanying the silence between them. Jasmine let her mind wander, back to the haunting moment since that night. Amidst the glittering lights of the party, she saw Seth and Monica passionately kissing on the dance floor. The scene was etched in her mind, like a painting she didn't want to see