JULIA POV

The morning sunlight slips through the curtains, painting gold across the sheets. Jerome is still asleep beside me, his arm heavy over my waist, his breathing steady.

For a moment, I almost allow myself to sink into the warmth. Almost.

But then I remember, her.

Celine.

How her presence here might just cost me my happiness.

Or maybe I shouldn’t have built my happiness on a ground that isn't solid.

But still, the thought of her smoldering on the other ...