Juliette POV
It had been a week since the wedding, and my world had shifted in ways I never imagined. My name was once again tied to Harrison Carter, but this time as his wife—a title that felt as surreal as it was suffocating. News outlets and tabloids had already caught wind of our union, and the internet was buzzing with speculation about the sudden remarriage.
Some headlines celebrated the romantic “reunion” of childhood sweethearts, while others painted me as a gold-digger who had plotted her way back into Harrison’s life. The mix of praise and vilification was overwhelming, but I refused to let it affect me.
Instead, I smiled bitterly at the irony of it all. Six years ago, I had dreamed of walking down the aisle to Harrison, blinded by love and hope for a fairy-tale future. But no
