Shattered Glass and Unfinished Truths
Juliet was seated by the fireplace, glass of red wine in hand, her gaze distant. The house was eerily quiet, almost too calm—until the front door slammed open.
Noah stormed in.
His eyes were dark with rage, a thousand storms trapped behind them. In his hand was the photo. The one that triggered everything.
"You killed her," he said, voice low and shaking. "You killed my mother."
Juliet slowly turned her head, studying him.
“I raised you,” she said coldly.
“You used me. You murdered her because you wanted her husband. You wanted power, wealth, and you thought no one would find out.”
“She was weak,” Juliet snapped, her mask slipping. “Clarissa Carter didn’t deserve him. And Santiago? He was always mine—until she tricked him into marrying her.”
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