Her gaze moved from one photograph to another.
"I practically hung him on every wall in this place."
The realization made her feel foolish.
Every photograph that had once represented love, trust, and happiness now felt like a reminder of how thoroughly she had been deceived.
The memories she had once cherished no longer felt precious.
They felt embarrassing.
Like proof of just how completely she had believed every lie Vincent had ever told her.
The moment Juliet's eyes landed on yet another photograph of herself and Vincent smiling together, her face immediately twisted with disgust.
"Oh, God."
The words slipped out under her breath as a shiver of revulsion ran through her.
Without a second of hesitation, she strode toward the wall and began tearing the photographs down one after another. Her movements were sharp and impatient, fueled by irritation she could no longer suppress. Frames rattled against the wall as she yanked them free, several pictures bending beneath the force of her grip.
Just looking at Vincent's face was enough to make her stomach churn.
One by one, she carried the photographs to the trash bin near the door and dumped them inside. By the time she finished, her breathing had grown slightly uneven from the effort.
Then, as though afraid she might accidentally catch sight of them again, she quickly slammed the lid shut.
"There."
The word left her lips in a satisfied mutter.
Stepping back, Juliet rubbed her forehead and released a long breath. The unpleasant feeling that had been weighing on her chest since the previous night finally eased a little.
Turning away from the trash can, she headed straight for her bedroom.
She had absolutely no intention of staying in this apartment any longer than necessary.
Walking to the closet, she pulled out several of her favorite dresses before selecting a few comfortable sets of nightwear. She tossed everything onto the bed before gathering her laptop, charger, and several personal belongings she refused to leave behind. Soon, the bed was covered with the essentials she planned to take with her.
She was halfway through stuffing everything into a large travel bag when the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the apartment.
Juliet froze.
The zipper stopped moving beneath her fingers.
Her head snapped toward the bedroom door as her brows knitted together.
A second later, realization dawned on her.
"Oh, for God's sake."
She groaned and closed her eyes.
"Why didn't I change my password?"
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she tossed the half-packed bag onto the bed and headed back toward the living room.
She had barely reached the center of the room when the apartment door suddenly flew open.
