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Juliet sat on the couch the next morning with her hands wrapped around a mug of tea. The burned remains of the note still sat in the kitchen trash. Even though Adrian had destroyed it, the words kept circling in her head.“Enjoy your happy ending… while it lasts.”Adrian came out of the bedroom already dressed. He sat beside her and rested a hand on her thigh.“I called campus security last night,” he said. “And I spoke to the dean’s office this morning. They’re reviewing the graduation program distribution list and any student who had access to the private lounge area.”Juliet looked at him. “You think they’ll actually find who did it?”“They already did,” Adrian said. He pulled a printed email from his pocket and handed it to her. “A student named Tyler Grant. He was in one of my upper-level seminars. Apparently he had a fixation on me for months. When the scandal broke and then settled, he got angry that I chose you. The note was his idea of a final jab.”Juliet read the short conf

The reception was small and warm. Soft lights hung between the trees near the beach. Juliet sat beside Adrian at the main table, one hand resting on the full curve of her belly. Every time someone called her Mrs. Knight, she felt a quiet thrill run through her.Mia leaned over with a playful grin. “You two disappeared for a while before the ceremony. Should we ask where you went?”Juliet felt her cheeks warm. Adrian only smirked and took a sip of his drink.Dr. Lang raised her glass. “To the new Mr. and Mrs. Knight. May your life together be calmer than the road that brought you here.”Everyone laughed. The rest of the evening passed in easy conversation, soft music, and quiet happiness. When the last guests finally left, Adrian took Juliet’s hand and led her upstairs to the luxury honeymoon suite.The moment the door closed and locked, the playful mood shifted into something heavier and hungrier.Adrian turned to her. “Finally. No more guests. No more waiting. Just my wife.”He walke

They returned from the honeymoon late on a Sunday evening. The apartment felt quiet and familiar after the open sky of the resort. Juliet dropped her bag by the door and stretched, one hand on her full belly. Adrian locked the door behind them and pulled her into a slow hug.“Home,” he said against her hair.Juliet smiled. “It finally feels like it.”The next afternoon they drove to the hospital. Juliet’s mother had been moved to a recovery wing and looked stronger than she had in months. Color sat in her cheeks. When she saw them walk in together, she smiled widely and held out both hands.“There’s my girl,” she said. “And the man who finally made an honest woman out of her.”Adrian chuckled and took her hand gently. “It’s good to see you looking better.”They sat for a long time. Conversation started light — the wedding, the beach, how the twins were moving more every day. Then Juliet’s mother grew quieter. She looked at Adrian for a long moment before she spoke again.“I need to sa

The apartment was full of soft yellow and green decorations. Balloons floated near the ceiling. A table along the wall held wrapped gifts and a cake with two tiny pairs of footprints on top. Juliet sat in the large armchair that Adrian had bought specifically for her, one hand resting on the full curve of her belly. The twins were especially active today.Mia opened the door for the first guests. Dr. Lang arrived with a large gift bag and a warm smile. A few of Juliet’s classmates who had stayed supportive through the worst of the scandal came next. Even Chloe sent a small, carefully neutral card and a set of baby blankets through Mia. She did not attend.For the first hour the gathering stayed light and happy. People asked about the due date and whether they knew the genders. Juliet and Adrian had decided to wait and be surprised. Every time someone placed a hand on her belly and felt a kick, Juliet’s face softened.Then the trouble arrived.Two women Juliet only vaguely recognized f

Juliet sat at the kitchen table with two folders open in front of her. One held acceptance letters and program details for graduate school. The other held a half-finished outline of the novel she had started writing about their story. She kept moving papers from one side to the other without deciding anything.Adrian walked in from the nursery, still holding a small screwdriver he had been using to assemble a shelf. He took one look at her face and set the tool down.“You’re doing the thing again,” he said.Juliet didn’t pretend not to understand. “I have to choose. If I start a master’s program in the fall, I’ll be in classes with two newborns. If I wait, I might lose the momentum I finally have. And the book… I keep thinking someone else will write a version of our story if I don’t.”Adrian pulled out the chair beside her and sat. “You don’t have to choose the way you think you do.”“What does that mean?”“It means you can write the book and still take classes,” he said. “Maybe not