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JUNO HAYESCallum didn’t say anything, but I could feel his gaze on me from time to time as I sat on the couch, facing the hallway that led to the front door.My knees were drawn up to my chest, and I couldn’t stop the tears that kept sliding down my face.I stared ahead, but I wasn’t really seeing the room all I could see was the moment replaying in my head.My own daughter, the one who used to call me her best friend, had pushed me… and left with my boyfriend.The look in her eyes, it wasn’t confusion or anger. It was hate. Cold, sharp hate.“Juno, stop crying. You’re going to give yourself a headache,” Callum murmured softly.Just as the words left his mouth, the front door burst open. Footsteps hurried across the floor, and before I could even lift my head, I knew who it was.Nina.The moment her face came into view, the tears spilled even harder, and a broken sound escaped me, a sound I didn’t even know I could make.She rushed toward me and pulled me into her arms.“Oh, honey,” N

JUNO HAYESFor a moment, I thought I was seeing things. There was no way Rhett Vwas really in my room. I wasn’t a deep sleeper even after crying myself to sleep, I never slept so soundly that I’d wake up confused about where I was. So I knew exactly where I was and what time it had to be.It was already midnight. Why would he be here? He probably hated me now, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. I ended things between us, and if I were him, I’d hate me too. So the only explanation for seeing Rhett standing in my bedroom… was that I was dreaming.“Rhett,” I whispered. My eyes fluttered open wider, and he just stared back at me. In the darkness, with the moonlight streaming softly through the curtain — the only light in the room — his blue eyes were striking, almost unreal. They gleamed like something not entirely human, and with that ridiculously handsome face, he looked like a creature slipped out of one of my fantasy novels.“Hey, princess,” he said. My heart gave a sharp, traitorous

JUNO HAYESNina wasn’t talking to me. I knew she was upset after what she had witnessed in my bedroom and the fact that a few drops of my squirt had touched her. Saying I was embarrassed and sorry was an understatement.I looked at the floor, then at her where she sat on the stool facing the island counter.“I’m sorry,” I said for the tenth time today. She just stared at her coffee cup, not saying anything. When I thought she wouldn’t, she snorted.Then she rubbed a hand down her face. “Coming to save my screaming friend only to find she was just being fucked.”I was about to say something when she started laughing.“God, Juno, I thought someone was murdering you!”My cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t screaming that loud,” I muttered.“Oh, please.” Nina rolled her eyes, finally looking at me. “The neighbors probably called the cops by now. You’re lucky this neighborhood isn’t filled with stuck-up, nosy people.”I hid my face in my hands, wishing I could melt into the floor. “I said I’m sorry!”

JUNO HAYESNo. No, this couldn’t be happening. The world couldn’t be this cruel to me.But the truth was staring right back at me—merciless and bare.Eighteen years of not knowing who had raped me, not knowing where, not knowing why.And now the answer had been sitting right under my nose all along.The man who raped me, the man who got me pregnant at seventeen was the father of the man I was sleeping with.The same man I had fallen in love with.The irony burned.And before I knew it, I started laughing.Nothing about it was funny, but it was cruelly funny.The sound tore from my throat, cracked and broken, like glass scraping against stone. It wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming until it twisted into a choked sob.Mason didn’t move. He stood there, stiff, staring at me with that haunted look in his eyes. His hands trembled, just slightly, though his voice stayed steady when he finally spoke.“So you do remember,” he said quietly.I froze. “What?”“That night,” he continued, his throa

JUNO HAYESRhett stood there like a statue, his chest rising and falling too slowly, like he was keeping himself from exploding. His eyes flicked from Nina… to Mason… and then landed on me. And once they did, they didn’t move again.“Tell me it’s a lie,"“Princess… tell me he didn’t do that to you.”My throat closed. “Rhett…”“Tell me!” he barked.I flinched.Silence.I didn’t even need to say it.He saw the truth in my face.Something inside him snapped.His jaw clenched.His eyes went dark with rage. “My Dad,” “Dad did that to you? When you were seventeen?” His breathing got heavier. “My own father?”He turned toward Mason, voice harsh. “You knew?”Mason sighed. “I just found out what really happened…”“And you didn’t tell me?” Rhett shouted.“Mason didn’t know enough to tell you,” I said quickly. “Even me…I didn't know who did it, I just figured it out…”“Figuring out?” Rhett repeated, eyes wild. “You fainted because of him. You’ve been scared of someone for eighteen years and it