REBECCA’S POV:
I storm through the door, my usually composed demeanor shattered into a thousand fragmented pieces. Catherine's words keep echoing in my mind, haunting whispers that gnaw at my sanity. I can still feel the weight of her knowing gaze, and I’m hating it!
My heart hammers against my chest as I pace the pristine floors of my penthouse, each step a thunderous reverberation of my inner turbulence.
How could Knox be so indifferent to Catherine’s knowledge?! Is Catherine the only human who knows?! What about the babysitters?! Or Knox’s lawyer?!
Fury surges within me. With a primal scream, I sweep my arms across a nearby tall table, sending delicate vases and trinkets crashing to the floor in a cacophony of destruction. The sound is a release, it’s chaos that mirrors the one rag
