CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN – ADRIAN’S VENDETTA

The revelation of Adrian Vance's diary had shaken Jasmine to her core, leaving her adrift in a sea of doubt and uncertainty. As she grappled with the possibility of a past connection, the fragile threads of her present life began to unravel. It was during one of her solitary walks through Central Park that the unthinkable happened. A figure emerged from the shadows, his piercing gaze instantly recognizable from the sketches in the diary. "Adrian Vance," Jasmine breathed, her heart pounding as the enigmatic man approached. He was a study in contrasts – charismatic yet solitary, his haunting eyes holding a lifetime of secrets. "Jasmine Delacroix," he murmured, his voice rich and captivating. "At last, we meet again." Jasmine's mind whirled, memories flickering like candlelight, teasing her with glimpses of a younger version of herself sketching alongside a mysterious stranger. "I don't understand," she whispered, her fingers tightening around the worn diary. "How is this possible?"