𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

𝐗𝐕𝐈 • 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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A/N: i've had a couple people ask permission to draw juilette, ya'll you all have my permission <33 i'm shocked that you guys even want to draw stuff for this silly little story, when i get fanart for this story it actually makes me squeal and run around the room 🥰🥰 if you guys ever want to share your stuff with me, my name is softwhispwr on discord <33 !!! okay, enjoy this chapter guys !! - love daisy

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I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat as I made my way toward my mother. The sound of my slippers sliding against the marble floor filled the lobby, creating a soft, rhythmic echo. My fingertips wrapped around the fabric of her sleeve, pulling her toward the side, away from the receptionist's earshot.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a frantic whisper, my eyes wide with shock and confusion. "How did you even find where I was?" I added before she could answer.

"Oh, my Juliette." she cooed, placing her aging hand on my cheek. The gesture was meant to be comforting, but it only filled me with a mix of anger and discomfort. I pulled her hand away with mine, not wanting to feel the false sense of warmth.

"Answer my question." I demanded, my voice growing more stern. She sighed, running a hand through her brown hair, streaks of silver flickering in the dim light.

"I just had to come see you, after the footage of that man kissing your..." She paused, her eyes flickering to my stomach. Feeling a wave of insecurity, I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to shield myself from her gaze. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her sad eyes meeting mine.

"Because I don't want anything to do with you." I said, my voice firm and unyielding. "We agreed to go our separate ways. Why are you here?" My brows furrowed as I almost hissed the words, my frustration boiling over.

She took a deep breath, her eyes filling with a mixture of regret and sorrow. "Juliette, I know I've made mistakes—"

"Mistakes?" I interrupted, my voice rising slightly despite my effort to keep it low. "You call abandoning your family a mistake?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she reached out as if to touch me again, but I stepped back, keeping the distance between us. "I know I hurt you." she whispered, her voice trembling. "But I want to make things right. I saw the video, and I realized how much I've missed. I want to be here for you, for my grandchild."

The mention of my unborn child sent a jolt of protectiveness through me. "You don't get to just walk back into my life because you feel guilty." I said, my voice cold. "I've built a life without you, a life where I'm happy."

She flinched at my words, but I didn't back down. "Please, Juliette." she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Just give me a chance to explain."

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. Part of me wanted to turn my back and walk away, to protect myself from the pain she had caused. But another part of me, the part that had always longed for closure, kept me rooted in place. I sighed, letting my hands drop to my sides. My eyes fell to her suitcase, and I bit my lip, a wave of conflicted emotions washing over me. "Do you have anywhere to stay?" I asked, my voice softening slightly.