Harrison POV
The drive home from the hospital was a blur of city lights and intrusive thoughts. The words “Lily isn’t mine” still echoed in my head, mingling with the haunting look in Juliette’s eyes as she begged me to believe her. Her tears, her pleas—they had been loud, but the whispers of doubt inside me were louder. How could she do this? How could she hide something so monumental for six years? I really…. Loved lily.
As I pulled into the driveway, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders. I didn’t want to go inside. I didn’t want to face the silence of the house or the memories that lingered in every room. But I couldn’t sit in the car forever.
I pushed open the front door, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air—Juliet
