# Chapter 368: The Hidden Cost of Freedom
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 368 of "The Breaking Point of Love" – a chapter filled with quiet tensions, unspoken distances, and the heartbreaking reality of a family scattered across the globe, each member chasing their own path while a little girl floats somewhere in between.
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The same thought echoed in Celeste's mind as she read Trevor's message. She kept her reply brief and guarded.
"I'm busy. Also, please keep your promise and make sure she doesn't go to my grandmother's house."
A simple "Okay" came back from Trevor. And then – silence. No more messages. No more contact. It was as if the conversation, and perhaps their connection, had been neatly sealed and put away.
The May Day holiday arrived, and on its third afternoon, Celeste stood with her family at a scenic spot, preparing to enjoy a rafting adventure. The sun was warm, the water inviting, and for a moment, life felt simple again. But then her phone buzzed.
It was Lottie, sending her a photo from Galdovia. The person in the frame? Wynn.
Celeste's fingers hovered over the screen. "Is she watching your show?" she asked.
"Talk about bad vibes!" Lottie replied, her frustration practically radiating through the text. "She's alone, though. I didn't see Trevor."
An "Okay" was all Celeste could muster. She forced herself not to care, asking instead about Lottie's return. But the conversation was brief – interrupted by the demands of a fashion show.
And then – ten minutes later – Lottie video-called her.
Celeste hesitated before answering. And when she did, the sight before her made her heart clench. There was Trevor, standing next to Wynn at the fashion venue. The show had ended, and he had come to pick her up.
Lottie's voice dropped to a whisper. "He just arrived. Now he's here to take her home."
Celeste watched as Wynn chatted animatedly with someone she seemed to know, while Trevor waited beside her with infinite patience, his eyes fixed on her every move. Matthias had predicted this – that Trevor would bring Wynn on his business trip. He was right.
But Celeste's eyes narrowed. Where was Jordyn?
The camera suddenly jerked. Trevor had glanced directly at it – directly at Lottie. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Lottie froze. But Trevor simply looked away, as if she were a stranger. No greeting. No acknowledgment. Just cold indifference.
Celeste understood. Trevor was like that even with his own family. Why would Lottie be any exception?
After that, Lottie didn't dare point the camera at him again. And Celeste decided she didn't want to watch anymore. She didn't want to care about whatever was happening between Trevor and Wynn. But Jordyn – Jordyn mattered.
"I need to make a call. I'll hang up for now," Celeste said, her voice tight. "When you're back, I'll treat you to a meal."
Lottie nodded quickly, and the call ended.
Celeste dialed Jordyn's number. No answer. She tried a video call instead. It connected.
And there was Jordyn's radiant face, filled with excitement. "Mom!"
Behind her, Celeste could see the interior of a car. "Where are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I'm abroad!" Jordyn's voice bubbled with joy. "I just took a helicopter to watch the wildebeest migration! There were tens of thousands of them, Mom – nonstop! It was absolutely stunning to watch them up close from the sky!"
Celeste's mind went blank.
Wildebeest migration? In May?
"Are you in Tavora?" she asked carefully.
"Yes, I—"
But Trevor and Wynn were in Galdovia.
A cold wave of realization washed over Celeste. She knew that Trevor had arranged bodyguards for Jordyn when he couldn't be with her – he was thorough in his care. But still… leaving a young child to travel across continents with only bodyguards while he accompanied another woman to a fashion show?
What if something happened? What if—?
She gripped her phone, forcing her voice to stay steady. "Did you go with your dad?"
"No," Jordyn replied, her tone still bright and innocent. "Dad said he was busy and didn't have time to accompany me, so he told me to find something fun to do. I saw the animal migration on TV before and really wanted to see it in person. So I told Dad, and he arranged for someone to bring me here."
Celeste's heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
She smiled for her daughter. She nodded. She said all the right words. But inside, something cold and dark was creeping up her spine.
Trevor was busy. Too busy for their daughter. But not too busy to stand beside Wynn at a fashion show in a foreign country.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter carries a quiet, devastating emotional punch. The contrast between Jordyn's innocent joy and Celeste's silent heartbreak is masterfully drawn. The image of a little girl flying across the world to watch wildebeest migrate while her father watches another woman at a fashion show is both heartbreaking and infuriating. Celeste's struggle to hold back her emotions, to protect her daughter from the truth, is deeply moving. But one can't help feeling frustrated by her passivity. Will she ever confront Trevor? Or will she continue to swallow her pain for the sake of appearances?
⭐ Rating: 4.2 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict that Celeste's pent-up emotions will finally reach a breaking point. The sight of Trevor prioritizing Wynn over their daughter, combined with Jordyn's innocent excitement, will force Celeste to reevaluate her silence. Perhaps someone will witness her distress – Matthias, or even Arthur – and push her to stop hiding her true feelings. Or perhaps Celeste will finally make a decision that changes everything. One thing is certain: the cracks in the foundation are growing wider, and the breaking point of love is drawing nearer.
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