Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Five
The heavy, iron truth of Khalid’s words crashed down upon the quiet living room of the penthouse, leaving a trail of absolute devastation in its wake. The faint, rolling echo of thunder from the dark Manchester sky rattled the glass windows once more, but the real storm was inside this room.
I sat completely frozen on the edge of the leather sofa. My mind was spinning so fast that the luxury room around me began to blur. The realization of what Khalid had sacrificed five years ago—and the terrifying reality of what we were facing now because of our son, Chase—felt like an physical weight crushing the breath out of my lungs.
For five years, I had carried a deep, burning anger in my heart. I had thought he abandoned me because he grew tired of me, or b
