Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 457

Tristan stared at his sister in absolute disbelief.

He searched her face desperately, hunting for even the slightest hint that she was lying.

But he knew Penelope far too well. He recognized the sheer conviction burning in her eyes. She meant every single word.

"Penelope York," Madeline forced out, her voice trembling violently.

She fought ruthlessly to maintain a composed facade. "There is no way you're carrying Quentin's child. It's impossible."

Despite her words, Madeline felt as though a lightning bolt had struck her dead center.

She had to slam her palm flat against the dining table just to keep her legs from giving out.

Penelope's booming declaration sent shockwaves through the rest of the dining hall.

A swarm of confused onlookers started gravitating toward the commotion, eager to soak up the scandalous drama unfolding before them.

Many of them were acutely aware that Madeline was Quentin's wife—his fiercely, publicly acknowledged wife.

And yet, here was another woman, smugly parading the fact that she was carrying the child of a loudly married man.

The sheer lack of shame was staggering.

It didn't take long for the whispers to connect the dots. Wasn't this the exact same York heiress who had been viciously mocked online just weeks ago for acting like an erotomaniac?

Wait, had Quentin actually slept with her?

And now she was carrying his baby?

Agony began to claw at Madeline's chest. She refused to accept this betrayal. She had placed her absolute trust in Quentin.

Yet, the fragmented memories from that fateful day began flashing through her mind like a horrific reel.

The disheveled, thoroughly wrecked state Penelope had been in when she finally emerged.

The fact that the two of them had been locked in that room together for an entire hour and a half.

And the indisputable fact that Penelope had used a naked photo of Quentin as her lock screen.

Complete with a pregnancy milestone tracker glowing right on the screen.

But Madeline forcefully reeled her spiraling thoughts back in. Quentin had released the damning audio recording that very day. Penelope had never gotten what she wanted.

She absolutely hadn't succeeded.

"Impossible," Madeline gasped out. "That's completely impossible!"

Penelope drank in Madeline's tormented expression with vicious delight.