Ardan's POV

Sylvia looked like life was drained from her. She looked pale and utterly confused. Her mind must be running a double shift trying to figure out what to say to either cover it up or lie, but she knows she can't do that with me. I knew she did it, and like a cornered cat, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

"Ardan, listen, I didn't mean to…"

"The answer, Sylvia, not excuses," I said in a low growl.

"Yes, it was me. I did it." She admitted.

I looked at her in awe but mostly in anger. How could she do such an awful thing...