JULIA POV

Both of them stare at me, frozen in the act.

Jerome looks like the world just caved in under his guilt. Jaw tight, eyes wide, shame flickering across his face like a candle in the wind.

Celine, on the other hand, is smiling. That sick, satisfied smile. The kind that says checkmate after a game she always knew she’d win.

I don’t say a word. I don’t shed a tear. I don’t even flinch.

Because if I do, if I let even a single piece of emotion slip through ...