Camellia shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No… I'm not mistaking you for Julian." She stepped forward quickly, clutching Theo's hand. "I swear… I love you. Not Julian."
Theo's brow furrowed. Without a word, he turned, carried Daisy to the base of the staircase, and set her gently on the first step. "Wait here," he murmured.
When he faced Camellia again, his eyes were cold and unflinching. He closed the distance between them, leaning in until his gaze locked with hers.
"Look closely," he said, his voice low but sharp. "This is the man you've been messaging every year, reminding him he murdered the person you loved."
Camellia flinched as if the words had struck her. "That was before—"
"Before what?" Theo's voice sharpened. "Before you decided to rewrite history? Before you convinced yourself I could fill his place?"
