Chapter 192

Was he supposed to hurt the woman he loved—Celestia Brooks—or someone he'd always cared for like a sister—Isabelle Ryan? Jareth Carrington had no clue. If only he could rewind time and undo everything. He tossed and turned all night, tangled in the mess of his thoughts, and didn't sleep at all. By morning, he looked worse than dreadful. His eyes were dull and sunken, heavy dark circles below, rough stubble lining his jaw like he hadn't shaved in days. He was a complete wreck—not a trace of the refined gentleman he usually was. Breakfast was dead silent. Everyone sat at the table, heads down, more fidgeting with the food than eating it. Someone kept stirring their porridge without ever actually taking a bite. Another picked at a croissant, crumbling it bit by bit without touching it. No one spoke. But it was obvious—they were all thinking about the same thing. Five minutes passed like that before someone finally broke. "When did you get back?" Victoria Owens set her coffee cup down with