A chill settled deep in my chest. A sharp, gnawing resolve that I had to find Rosaline. I turned my gaze to Jasper, forcing a smile, trying to mask the rising tension. "Well, since you're making the offer, Mr. Sullivan, it'd be rude of me not to take it. It'll ease Caden's mind. After all, Rosaline's his fiancée. It's only natural for us to be concerned." I spun the excuse in my head, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. Without another word, I strode toward the door, determination in every step. The door creaked open, and I immediately moved to the bed. With one swift motion, I ripped the covers away, my heart thudding in my chest. But the bed was empty. I froze. A spike of disbelief shot through me. Rosaline had to be hiding. She must've ducked out of sight while Jasper and I were talking. My blood boiled. This time, I wouldn't let her slip away. I would drag that Omega into the light. But as I scoured the entire presidential suite, each passing moment dug the hole of frustration deeper. No sign of Rosaline. I checked the bedroom. The living room. The bathroom. Even the closet. Nothing. How was this possible? I had seen her come in with Jasper, just moments ago. She couldn't have disappeared. No way. I glanced back at Caden. He stood there, still and silent, a cold presence like a shadow in the doorway. If I didn't find Rosaline, I was done. I'd be caught in a lie. Caden had already been distant as of late. If he thought I was lying to him, if he thought I was fabricating all this, he'd be disgusted. He'd pull away for good. My heart dropped into my stomach, heavy with dread. Where the hell had she gone? I cast a glance out the window. The twentieth floor. Rosaline couldn't have just ... jumped, could she? "Caden ... " I returned to the door, my voice tight, uncertainty creeping into my chest. He didn't answer at first. But Jasper's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp with mockery. "So, Ms. Tessford, no one's in there, huh? I told you, I haven't seen Rosaline today. You must've been mistaken. Why make up stories? Are you trying to drag me and Rosaline through the mud?"I bit my lip, fighting the urge to snap. My eyes darted toward Caden, who stood motionless, his face an unmoving mask of frost. That gaze. It hit me like a slap in the face. He was angry. "Caden, please, listen to me," I said, desperation tightening my chest. "I saw them come in together. I swear it. Jasper's hiding her, I know it." How could a person just vanish like that? It didn't make sense. "Is that so?" Caden's voice was low, a venomous chill in each word. I nodded, eyes wide, refusing to back down. "Yes! I swear, it's true! Maybe I missed something. Let's search again, we have to!" Jasper's eyes flicked to Caden, cold and calculating, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Caden, Rosaline trusts you so much, but here we are. Seems like you don't trust her, though. Disappointing. Especially after all the love she's shown you." "It's none of your business." Caden's voice was sharp, as cold as the wind cutting through the streets. He didn't even glance my way. Without a word, he turned, his back straight, his footsteps heavy as he walked away. I watched him, panic rising in my chest. My legs moved, but no matter how fast I tried to keep up, the distance between us seemed endless. "Caden, please, you don't understand," I called after him, my voice faltering. "I saw them. I filmed it. It's them, Caden! They're trying to deceive you! "Do you trust me, Caden? Please, just listen! "Caden, I swear, I'd never lie, especially not about Rosaline. She's your fiancée, I'd never accuse her without a reason. I've made my mistakes, but this isn't one of them." But before I could say another word, the door slammed shut with a force that rattled through me. Caden's car roared to life, speeding off into the night, leaving me in the hollow silence. Not a single word. No response. He didn't even look back. I stood there, frozen, watching the tail lights disappear. My chest tightened, the coldness of his departure sinking deep.Caden was angry. He thought I was lying. But I wasn't! I wasn't lying! "Why ... why didn't you find me in the room, then?" A voice, sharp and mocking, cut through my thoughts. "Must be weird, especially when you saw us going into that room together. 'Did she vanish?' 'Did she jump?' I bet that's what you were thinking." I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Rosaline stood there, her gaze steady, her face calm—too calm, too composed. A twisted smirk tugged at her lips. She wasn't drunk. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My stomach sank as the truth crashed down on me with brutal clarity. I had been played. Rosaline and Jasper. They'd set me up. This was all part of her game. She'd made sure I'd look foolish in front of Caden. She had made sure I'd lose his trust forever. "You ... you're despicable!" My voice trembled with rage, my teeth clenched tight. Rosaline raised an eyebrow, her hands slipping into the pockets of her coat. Her grin spread wider, smug and triumphant. "What? You're upset? You should've thought twice before you tried to trip me up. Remember when I was in the hospital? You played innocent, pretended to regret everything. Caden didn't notice, but I saw straight through you." She stepped closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "And now? Now he's disappointed in you. You should just let it go. It's over." My chest burned with frustration. I glared at her, the fury building inside. "No. I won't give up on Caden. He's mine. I was here first. You don't have the right to take him from me. You're the real outsider here!" Rosaline scoffed, her laugh sharp and cutting. "Delusional. You think you can pull any trick and win him back? Listen up, Heidi, Caden is mine. He's the man I've chosen, and there's no way you're getting him. If you think you can take him from me, you'd better think again."