Juliette POV
Harrison’s words echoed in my mind, louder and sharper with every passing second.
“Lily isn’t mine.”
How could he even say that? How could he look at me, at our daughter, and accuse me of something so vile? My knees gave out, and I sank to the cold floor of our living room, my hands gripping the edge of the couch as if that would stop the spiral in my mind.
Was this it? Was this how everything I’d fought so hard to protect was going to fall apart?
For six years, I’d carried a secret—a burden so heavy it threatened to crush me every day. Not because I’d done something wrong but because I knew Harrison wouldn’t believe me if I ever told him the truth. And now, as his words ripped through me, I was terrified he’d somehow found out.
But then he’d thrown that accusation at me
