CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE: WHAT?

The tension in the air was palpable as Jonathan, Ariana, and Nia faced Victor in the dimly lit room. The weight of their shared past bore down on them, each moment heavy with the potential for revelation and retribution. Jonathan’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared into Victor’s cold eyes, feeling the weight of the secrets he had kept for so long pressing down on him. Victor’s smirk returned, a cruel glint in his eyes as he looked between the three of them. “You think you know the whole story, don’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “You think you’ve pieced together the puzzle. But there’s one piece you haven’t figured out yet.” Jonathan’s heart sank, a chill running down his spine. He knew what was coming, but he wasn’t prepared for the devastation it would bring. He glanced at Ariana and Nia, their expressions filled with determination and anger, and he felt a surge of guilt and fear. “What are you talking about, Victor?” Ariana demanded, her voice steady despit