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Chapter 228: The Answer We Feared
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2025-07-23 00:22:44
Ernest BrooksNow that she remembers everything… will the truth they uncovered destroy the love they just recovered? Thank you for reading….every view, like, and comment means the world!
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 230: The Return of a Ghost
The garden, once a haven of peace and whispered promises, now stood frozen in time.Damon’s arm was still wrapped around Juliette’s waist, the weight of their renewed vows hanging like golden mist in the air. Their lips had barely parted from the kiss when the quiet rustle of footsteps behind the hedgerow brought a sudden stillness. A shadow shifted.Juliette turned first, her heart instinctively tensing. Damon followed, his protective instincts rising like a tidal wave.A woman emerged from the veil of dusk, stepping onto the stone path with the kind of calm that was too intentional – too rehearsed. She wore black; simple, elegant, unyielding and her hair was a deep raven shade, drawn into a low twist. Her eyes, a haunting echo of someone they thought they’d buried, flicked between them.Juliette's breath caught.“Celeste?” she whispered.The woman smiled: sharp, wry, amused. "No, dear. Not quite”.Damon’s hand gripped Juliette’s tighter. “Who are you?”"The better question," she said
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 229: New Vows, Old Souls
The knock echoed again, firmer this time.Damon glanced at Juliette, his jaw tightening but she reached out and gently touched his arm. "It’s okay," she said softly. "Let’s see who it is”.Outside the study door stood Maro, one of Damon’s most trusted security aides. He looked apologetic, holding a small envelope."This just came by private courier.No name, no return address, only your initials, Mr. Thorne”. He handed it over, gave Juliette a respectful nod, and left without another word.Damon opened the envelope cautiously. Inside was a single, weathered photo—one of the original Thorne estate garden, long before the war. On the back, a message scrawled in old ink:“Where it began… let it begin again”.No threat. No agenda. Just a reminder. Or perhaps… an invitation.Damon stared at the message for a moment longer, and then turned to Juliette. “The garden,” he said.And just like that, without speaking further they both knew what's next.The garden was blooming again. After years of
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 228: The Answer We Feared
The room was too quiet.The late afternoon sun filtered through gauzy curtains, throwing gold patterns on the hardwood floors of the old nursery. Dust motes floated like ghosts in the warm light, suspended in stillness – as if the universe dared not disturb what was unfolding.Juliette sat cross-legged on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, her eyes red-rimmed and distant. Damon stood near the doorway, unmoving. It felt like there was glass between them again. Not memory this time, but something heavier:- truth.She remembered everything now.Every whispered promise. Every impossible choice. The fire of their first kiss. The hollow silence when he vanished. The ache in her chest when his name meant nothing and yet her heart still beat for him.It had all come flooding back in that nursery. When her fingertips brushed the carved edge of the crib, the scent of cedar and vanilla had struck her like lightning unleashing memories that ripped through her like a storm.Now, she didn’t know
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 227: Memory Flood
The silence between them shattered like glass.As Juliette’s fingers brushed the pale wooden edge of the crib, something cracked open inside her. Not softly, not gently but violently. The first image returned not as a picture but as a sensation: the warmth of Damon’s hand wrapped around hers, the echo of her laughter bouncing off the nursery walls. Then the crib again, unfinished and covered in sawdust, came into focus only this time, her mind added what was missing. She saw herself gently tucking a folded baby blanket inside, her smile full of hope, as if the child they’d once dreamed of was already there.And then the flood came.Memories surged through her like a tidal wave; unrelenting and raw. Each scene slammed into the next: moments in the mansion, the cold war of their early marriage, the fragile trust that bloomed in shadows, the fire that stole their peace, and the shattered glass of betrayal. Her knees buckled under the weight of it all. Damon caught her before she collapsed
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 226: Let Him Remind Me
The sun was dipping low when Juliette stepped off the bus that led to the quiet, forest-framed neighborhood on the city’s edge. Her heart thudded in her chest like it was trying to warn her. But this time, she didn’t run.She had made a decision.After reading every page of her hidden journal – crying through ink-stained memories and shaky lines written by a version of herself she no longer recognized; Juliette finally knew one thing: if there was even the faintest chance that the man from her dreams, the stranger who ignited a fire in her chest, had truly once been her everything, then she had to know the full truth.No more guessing.No more running.She stood at the edge of the wrought-iron gate guarding the Hawthorne estate. The massive house loomed beyond a cobblestone path lined with flickering lanterns. It wasn’t intimidating.It was beautiful.Familiar.Haunting.The gate creaked open before she found the courage to knock.Damon stood in the doorway.Not on the porch. Not watch
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 225: The Voice That Was Mine
Juliette sat curled beneath the pale yellow throw on her bed, her fingers trembling around the spine of the journal she had unearthed earlier that day; hidden inside one of the boxes from the boutique Damon had helped her set up.The boutique had stirred something in her. A rush of emotions she couldn’t explain. The smell of fabric, the soft jingle of a bell on the door, the way her hands moved instinctively over the display tables… it had all felt hauntingly familiar.And now, this journal buried beneath a pile of folded linen was doing the same thing.She opened it, breath caught in her throat. The handwriting was unmistakably hers: fluid, urgent, alive."March 3rd. The world feels different when he touches me. I’m afraid of how easily I need him”.Juliette blinked. The words clawed at the corners of her mind. Not quite memories, but sensations. Echoes.She turned the pages, unable to stop."He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it ruins me. And I love him for it. I love the way
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