Chapter 82

Passersby couldn't help but cast their gaze toward this woman as if every extra glance was a subtle pleasure. Rosalind raised her hand to shield herself from the glaring sun, a deep grievance welling in her heart. During the days she spent loving Chester, she'd thought about it often. If true love meant breaking free of all restraints, if it was about freedom, then loving Chester couldn't possibly be a sin. Her feelings were sincere and daring. She dared to step beyond the boundaries of societal norms. That was the price she willingly paid for a love she believed to be grand and beautiful. But Megan, her closest friend, just couldn't understand her. As the thought settled, tears welled up in her eyes. Her love felt like an inevitable, solitary voyage into the unknown. Angelina was fuming under Chester's watchful eye, refusing to speak to him the entire way home. Chester glanced at her silent profile and figured she must be exhausted. Once they got home, he habitually brushed