Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 421: Lying

Sofia’s POV

His words hung heavy in the air. "That’s what you really want?"

I forced my chin higher, even as my insides twisted painfully. "Yes," I said flatly, my throat tight. "That’s what I want."

The lie stung. My wolf whimpered inside , calling a coward, but I couldn’t let Damien see it. I couldn’t let him think he still had that power over ... until I know the truth about Rebecca’s death, I have to stay away from him.

Damien’s jaw tightened, the muscle there flexing as his hands curled into fists at his sides. He looked as if he wanted to break sothing—anything—but instead, he just stood there, staring at with those burning eyes filled with so much pain.

"I don’t believe you," he said finally, his voice low, rough, almost trembling. "You love , Sofia. You always have. You can spit your nonsense, you can push away, but I know what’s inside you."

His words hit . For a second, I wanted to scream that he was right, that he still lived in every scar on my heart. But I bit it back, burying it under my hardened heart.

"Believe what you want," I whispered harshly. "But I don’t want anything to do with you...." I frowned and continued. "And what happened here should never happen again. From now on, it’s about our son. Nothing more."

His eyes darkened, rage and hurt colliding in them. He stepped close enough that I could feel the heat of his body again, but he didn’t touch . His voice broke as he rasped, "Then I pity you. Because you’ll spend the rest of your life lying to yourself."

I flinched. My heart lurched. But I stood my ground.

When he finally turned away, raking a hand through his hair, the silence that followed was suffocating. My knees trembled, but I forced myself to walk past him, to leave the office without looking back.

Because if I looked back—I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to leave.

The mont the door shut behind , I pressed my back against it, my chest heaving. A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. I wiped it away quickly, angry at myself for even letting it fall.

Why did it still hurt this much? Why did his words cut so deep?

I clenched my fists, staring down at the floor as mories replayed in my mind. His arms around , his voice saying he loved , his eyes burning with a pain that mirrored my own. For a heartbeat, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to run back in and let him hold until all of this madness disappeared.

But then Rebecca’s face flashed before , and the sharp suspicion that Damien’s hands were not clean. My body stiffened all over again.

"No," I whispered to myself, shaking my head hard. "I can’t. Not until I know the truth."

My wolf whined inside , torn between loyalty and desire for Damien, but I pushed her down. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not when my heart wanted to betray so badly.

I straightened up from the door, forcing myself to stay calm. I wiped my face, forcing the tears away, and made my way down the hall. My heart still ached, but I told myself I needed to see Olivia. She had been broken too, and she needed just as much as I needed her.

When I stepped into her room, she was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes red like she had been crying. The mont she saw , she looked guilty.

"I’m sorry," Olivia whispered, her voice trembling. "For earlier... hugging Damien. I wasn’t in my right mind. I didn’t an for you to think anything was happening between us."

Her words ca fast, like she was scared I had judged her. My chest softened, and I gave her a small smile.

"Olivia," I said gently, walking to sit beside her. "You don’t have to explain yourself to . You’re my sister. I know you. I trust you. And nothing—nothing—will ever change that."

She stared at , relief flashing across her face, but the pain in her eyes didn’t fade. "I’m just... worried," she admitted, her voice breaking. "About Lennox. I keep dreaming sothing bad will happen to him. But at the sa ti, I’m angry. Angry at him. Angry at them."

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "It’s okay to be angry, Liv. It’s okay to feel torn. But don’t let it eat you alive. Follow your heart."

Her lips trembled, but she nodded. I stood, giving her hand one last squeeze. "Rest now. We’ll get through this together."

Then I left her room. But instead of going to my own chamber, my feet carried elsewhere.

I found myself heading toward the old storehouse—a dusty room at the far end of the hall where old belongings were kept. I hadn’t gone there in years, but tonight sothing pulled toward it.

When I opened the creaking door, the air slled of old wood and abandoned things. Cobwebs hung in the corners, and boxes, and trunks were stacked high like little towers of the past. I began digging, searching for sothing I couldn’t even na.

At first, I thought I was looking for one of my old keepsakes—a necklace, a book, or maybe an old journal. Sothing I rembered but hadn’t seen in years. But as my hands moved through the dusty boxes, my eyes caught sothing else. Sothing that made my brow furrow instantly.

There, tucked at the bottom of a wooden chest, wrapped in faded cloth, was sothing that didn’t belong to . My breath caught as I pulled it free.

It was Rebecca’s.

Her scent clung faintly to the fabric, her initials stitched carefully into the edge. My hands shook as I unwrapped it fully.

"What is this doing here?" I whispered, my wolf growling low inside .