Chapter 175

• Brayden stood frozen in place, watching Penelope as she stormed out of the house, her footsteps quick and frantic.
• Her tears were evident, trailing down her cheeks like a river of hurt that Brayden couldn’t seem to stop.
• His chest tightened, an ache that gnawed at him. He reached out instinctively, his body moving toward her, but before he could take a step, he saw Rosa behind him, leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed, an arrogant smile playing on her lips.