Juliette POV
The following morning, I awoke with a renewed sense of purpose. The ache of betrayal still lingered, but it was dulled by the fire burning inside me. If Harrison thought he could strip me of everything I loved and walk away unscathed, he was gravely mistaken to think of me as a weakling.
This wasn’t just about Lily anymore. It was about me reclaiming my life, my dignity, my power and control.
Harrison was in the kitchen when I came downstairs, sipping his coffee with his usual air of calm detachment. He glanced up, his expression softening as he saw me.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile as I poured myself a cup. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me, searching for cracks in my facade. But I refused to let him see the storm brewing beneath t
