Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Caught

Lennox's POV

I emptied the bottle of whiskey and shoved it away, the glass clinking loudly against the wooden table.

Levi's words kept ringing in my head for the past few hours, circling like vultures refusing to let me breathe.

"I forgave her."

"I never stopped loving her."

"I'm going to court Olivia—openly."

I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into fists on the table.

Why?

Why the hell was he forgiving her?

Why was he so damn eager to run back to the very person who shattered him?

I could still remember the nights Levi broke down when he thought no one was looking. I remember watching my brother—proud, unshakable Levi—turn into a ghost of himself, hollowed out by a heartbreak none of us could truly understand. Just like me, He had loved her fiercely, and when she hurt him, it gutted him.

And now… he's talking about courting her? Loving her again?

"I'm done punishing both of us for the past."

Those words struck harder than I wanted to admit. I hated them because deep down, I knew they mirrored something I hadn't been willing to face. That maybe, just maybe, I wasn't mad at Levi for forgiving her.

I was mad because I couldn't.

I stood up abruptly, the chair screeching back against the floor. My heart was pounding too fast, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. I paced the room, fists still clenched, my eyes burning.

What Olivia did to Levi might be forgivable.

But what she did to me?

No one knew. Not Levi. Not Louis. No one.

And I didn't want to remember it either. But Levi's confession had ripped the lid off a box I had sealed shut years ago.

flooding back—raw, vivid,

into the wall, breathing heavily. A crack formed in the plaster, but I didn't care. I needed the pain. I needed something real to anchor

Levi was doing. Not yet.

him. His clarity. His courage. His

My hand throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared to

first time in years, I whispered the truth

love her,

words felt foreign on my tongue.

my hands, trying to silence the war in my heart when suddenly a

palms down my

one of the maids poked her head in nervously.

clenched instantly. Of course,

not ever, if I had it my way. But then the maid added softly, "She's not feeling well today… she's been coughing

Damn it.

I couldn't. I had made a promise once—back when I thought having a concubine would be enough to distract me from the

chair, my hand still aching from where I'd slammed it

heavier than it should. Guilt

expensive perfume and something faintly metallic—medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on the bed, wrapped in a silk robe, her skin paler than usual, but her lips painted

me a small, sly smile. "Look who finally

didn't respond. I just stepped in, closing

tilted her head. "I was starting to think you all forgot

all been busy," I

voice soft and dry. "No. You've been avoiding me.

I didn't deny it.

the space beside her on the bed. "Come. Sit with

did—but on

stared at me for a beat before saying softly,

looked away.

reached for my hand, but I pulled

in, her lips brushing the side of

I muttered, sharper this

the bed and knelt in front of me. My eyes narrowed as she

My voice was

to make you feel better," she said, her tone sultry

not in

looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes. "Please… just let me… I'm sick, Lennox. I

I stiffened.

in my expression and

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