Third Person POV

Juliette's performance was broadcast by all major media outlets. What she didn't know was that, inside his prison cell, Christopher was staring fixedly at the screen. 

On the screen, Juliette was bathed in light, more radiant than ever.

As her dance ended, she looked into the camera, her eyes bright and passionate, just as she had so often looked at him in the past.

His heart pounded wildly. For a moment, he forgot where he was, as if he and Juliette had been transported back to the past. 

But then the camera panned, and he saw the equally brilliant man. It was only then that he realized that it wasn't himself Juliette was looking at. Instead, she was looking at another man. She had long since given her love to someone else. 

A sudden epiphany dawned on him—he had lost her. 

He had lost her a long, long time ago. 

In the blink of an eye, it'd been three years since Declan and I got married. 

One evening, after a moment of shared intimacy, he held me close, his voice a soft murmur against my hair. 

"Tell me, Julie, do you still wish to dance?"

The question caught me off guard. The answer was a resounding yes.

Dance had been a major part of my life and had long since become a part of me. Even in my dreams, I would see myself standing on a stage, spinning beneath the lights.

But…

Declan seemed to read my hesitation.

"Julie, you're far braver than you know. After everything that happened, you were the victim. You were never the one at fault. The shame isn't yours to carry."

The conviction and gentleness in his gaze gave me immense courage.

Finally, I pushed through the last of my fears and nodded.

…

Three months later, I put on my ballet attire and stood on stage once more. 

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Third Person POV

Juliette's performance was broadcast by all major media outlets. What she didn't know was that, inside his prison cell, Christopher was staring fixedly at the screen. 

On the screen, Juliette was bathed in light, more radiant than ever.

As her dance ended, she looked into the camera, her eyes bright and passionate, just as she had so often looked at him in the past.

His heart pounded wildly. For a moment, he forgot where he was, as if he and Juliette had been transported back to the past. 

But then the camera panned, and he saw the equally brilliant man. It was only then that he realized that it wasn't himself Juliette was looking at. Instead, she was looking at another man. She had long since given her love to someone else. 

A sudden epiphany dawned on him—he had lost her. 

He had lost her a long, long time ago.

Chapter 11