Chapter Hundred and twenty-four

CATHERINE'S POV

Philip rushed out of that space with a rage that seemed to destroy the very basis of our connected past, and I felt the amount of that terrible stillness weighing down upon me. The door shut, enclosing me in a prison that reflected the chaos inside.

I collapsed into my bed because the sleeping surface felt strange under my body as though the room had changed into a strange world. Rose's eyes mirrored the same doubt that was plaguing my mind right now, so having her brought little comfort.

I tried hard not to cry as tears started to fill up in my eyes. What had once been a refuge began to seem like a jail. I never thought that the boundaries that had once recorded muttered vows and shared laughs would one-day record such treachery.

My thoughts raced, reliving the events leading up to this break. The deadly waltz on the edge of betrayal, the murmured assurances of power, the covert meetings with Stanley. How had this happened to me? The specter of my misplaced desire wa