Chapter 71

Moira’s POV I arrived at our room first, scanned it, and found my belongings, which should have still been in Mirielle's room, back in their original place here, as if I had never left and was still in this house. My gaze still scanned the room I had long since left behind. I walked around, checking for anything I might have missed. There could be one or two of the slut's belongings in this house, right? But no. I found nothing but my own things and Jude's. Even the pajamas I had once worn and left behind in Mirielle's room had returned to the walk-in closet, right next to Jude's clothes. It must have been the maid who did it. It couldn't have been Jude. Right? I turned around and found him standing in the doorway, slowly stepping inside. I held back the feelings that began to stir as memories, both good and bad, flashed through my mind. We were in this room, as if we were a happily married couple, when in fact, we were not. "Can you close the door, please?" I asked. Jude nodded, then