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Chapter 20: Fractured Trust
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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Damon Thorne’s sleek penthouse, casting long shadows over the minimalist décor. Damon stood by the window, staring out at the city below — the same city that held fragments of his forgotten past and pieces of a life that felt just beyond reach. The weight of everything pressing on him was almost unbearable.His phone buzzed quietly on the marble countertop. He glanced down, recognizing Juliette’s name lighting up the screen. For a moment, he hesitated, fingers trembling slightly as memories — both blurred and vivid flickered behind his eyes. The warmth in one moment, the ache in the next, tangled in a web of confusion.Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered.“Juliette,” he said quietly, voice rough from disuse. “Can we talk? Please.”There was a pause. Then her voice came, cool, measured but unmistakably wary.“Not now, Damon”He closed his eyes, pain sharpening. “I’m trying. I don’t want to lose you”“Maybe you already ha
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The late afternoon sun had softened into a muted gold as Juliette stepped into her boutique, the familiar scent of lavender and cedar-wood surrounding her like a fragile shield. Outside, the city buzzed with indifferent energy, but inside, a heavy silence settled, wrapping around her like a second skin.She’d spent the morning lost in a swirl of unease, a message still fresh and puzzling in her mind: Meet me at the café. I have information you need. – C.Celeste Whitmore. Damon’s fiancée. The woman who, until now, had seemed a distant, untouchable figure, the silent adversary in the shadows of Juliette’s fractured past. And yet here she was, asking for a meeting, promising knowledge about Damon’s accident and his lost memories. A truce, perhaps, or something more complicated.The thought of facing Celeste stirred a thousand conflicted emotions within Juliette —fear, resentment, suspicion. Yet beneath it all, a deeper truth pulsed stronger than any pride: she needed answers. For Mason’
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 23: Crossroads
The rain poured in steady sheets outside the Thorne estate, gray clouds blanketing the sky as if mourning what was about to be unearthed. Damon stood in the grand foyer, Evelyn’s footsteps clicking on the marble as she approached from the east hallway, ever composed, ever cold.She stopped when she saw the envelope in his hand.“I found the wing,” he said simply, his voice a storm barely held in check.Evelyn’s gaze flicked to the envelope, then back to his eyes. “So you’ve been snooping.”“Stop pretending, Mother,” Damon snapped. “You locked away a part of our home — our history and pretended it never existed.”Her lips curled in disdain. “That wing was sealed for a reason. Some truths deserve to be buried.”Damon’s jaw clenched. He pulled a letter from the envelope and held it up. “Did you think I’d never find this? A letter in my handwriting… addressed to Juliette. Dated days before the accident. You knew she meant something to me. You knew and you erased it.”Evelyn stepped closer
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 22: Unveiling the Past
The silence within the hidden wing of the Thorne estate was deafening. Dust blanketed everything like a shroud over forgotten sins, and each step Damon took stirred the ghosts of memories too long buried. The air was stale, tinged with the faint aroma of cedar and decay. He hadn’t set foot here since he was a boy. It was as though this entire part of the mansion had been exiled from time.He paused outside a heavy oak door, its brass handle tarnished but familiar —very familiar. This was the room from his dream. The same fire-scorched wallpaper. The cracked mirror above the hearth. Even the sensation weight in his chest was identical. Damon’s fingers curled into a fist before he reached out and turned the handle.The door creaked open.Inside, dust motes swirled in the shaft of light spilling in from the hallway. The study was large but cluttered, as if someone had left it in haste. Stacks of books had collapsed on the floor, and the furniture, once opulent, now sagged under the weigh
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 21: The Hidden Room
The night after the crash was unusually quiet, but Damon couldn’t sleep. Not after the way Juliette had looked at him confused, emotional, and quietly pleading with her eyes, though no words had passed between them about their past.He had helped her pull the injured driver from the wreck. Her hands had trembled in his, and for a fleeting moment, something shifted, something deep and buried.But it wasn’t just the crash that kept him awake.It was the dream.That room.The heavy wooden door. The cold metal handle. A mirror on the far wall, fractured down the middle. And a whisper in the dark: “You already know.”Damon sat up in bed, sweat clinging to his skin.He did know something.And it was locked inside that room.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------By morning, he couldn’t shake the obsession.He called in a private investigator—Rhett Calden, a man who didn’t ask too many questions and specialized in discreet deep dives. Rhet
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 20: Fractured Trust
Smoke still curled into the darkening sky as Juliette sprinted toward the wreckage. Tires squealed in the distance as bystanders screamed and phones rose to record.The front of the luxury car was obliterated, glass shattered like crystal snow across the asphalt. Celeste slumped over the steering wheel, blood trailing from her temple. Her phone was still recording, the faint red glow of the camera light blinking steadily.Juliette reached the door, pulling frantically.“Celeste!” she shouted.No response.The metal groaned as she struggled with the handle until a strong hand clasped hers and pulled her back.“Juliette don’t. The engine’s smoking.” Damon.He emerged from the crowd like a ghost through the fog – shirt sleeves rolled, breath ragged, eyes wide with panic. He didn’t hesitate. While Juliette coughed on the smoke, Damon forced the door open and pulled Celeste from the wreck just before a burst of sparks lit beneath the hood.He laid her gently on the sidewalk, pressing finge
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