Chapter twenty two
Juliette’s POV
There was something about mornings in that house. Sunlight didn’t just pour in—it cascaded through the windows like golden silk, warm and comforting. And for once… it didn’t sting.
Juliette stared at her reflection in the tall antique mirror. The red crescent-shaped birthmark near her ribs peeked from under her silk robe—something Dominic said she used to call her moonlight mark. The one that guided her back to him in another life.
She should have questioned it.
She should have asked why she didn’t remember the laughter he described, or the private island picnic he claimed they had where she swam in a green bikini and told him she wanted five kids. Five. She didn't even know if she liked kids.
But when Dominic walked in with breakfast and coffee jus
