Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 465

Quentin carried Madeline all the way to the car, shifting her weight effortlessly into one arm.

Given the difference in their sizes, it was incredibly easy for him.

He pulled the passenger door open with his free hand, settled her gently into the seat, and buckled her seatbelt.

His gaze dropped to her lips, and unable to resist, he leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. After a moment, he pulled away, rounded the hood, and drove them out of the estate.

A short distance away, Tristan stood beside his convertible, his hand resting on the door frame. He had watched the entire scene unfold. Inside the passenger seat, Penelope sat perfectly still.

She was deathly pale, both hands gripping a cup of warm water, her head bowed in total silence.

"Did you see that?" Tristan asked, not turning around, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"You specifically asked me not to leave right away. You told me to wait here, swearing that once Quentin knew you were pregnant, he'd immediately come looking for you. Well, you saw his reaction. You saw exactly how he treats his wife, and how he treats you."

Tristan's tone dripped with bitter irony.

"Tristan, why is it like this?" Penelope's reality shattered so completely that her tears began to fall endlessly.

She genuinely believed Quentin was just playing with Madeline. After all, Madeline's body was ruined; she was completely infertile, and Quentin supposedly didn't mind.

Plus, they hadn't even had a grand wedding.

Penelope had convinced herself their marriage was a sham, that Quentin was only in it for the physical pleasure.

Given her delusions, and Lily's whispered speculations that Madeline was just a talented plaything, Penelope had built a fantasy.

She was certain that once Quentin realized she was carrying his actual child, he would instantly discard Madeline and come rushing to her side.

But from start to finish, Quentin hadn't even asked where she was.

His entire world had been focused on his frantic, overwhelming concern for Madeline.

Penelope's voice trembled. "Why? Madeline is barren! I'm the one carrying his flesh and blood! Why won't he abandon her? Why doesn't he care about me at all?"

She was completely broken.

Nothing had gone according to her script.