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(PRESENT). ALIYA'S POV. The night air was thick with tension as I approached Jayden's chambers. My mind raced with the images of the brutal fight between him and Evan, and the questions burned in my chest like a raging fire. I had to know why they had fought so fiercely. What could have driven Jayden, who was usually so composed, to such violence? I knocked on the door with urgency. "Jayden, it's Aliya. Let me in." There was no response. My heart pounded harder, and I knocked again, more forcefully. "Jayden, please. I need to talk to you." Still, I heard nothing. Growing more desperate, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and at first, I couldn't see anything clearly. But then I saw them—Jayden and Selena, locked in a passionate kiss by the window. I fr