Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 127

Chapter 127: The File

Olivia's POV

My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, I didn't move—just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.

Something felt different.

No warmth behind me.

No strong arm around my waist.

No calloused hand on my—

My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!

I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up—not long ago.

I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn't what I came here for. I didn't come here to feel like this—to be touched like that. To want more.

I was here for a reason. A mission.

My father.

The safe.

The file.

Quickly, I got down from the bed and set out to do my task, not even caring where Lennox had gone.

I crouched beside the small cabinet, reaching for the third drawer on the left.

It was right where I remembered.

Quietly, I pulled it open and reached behind it, fingers searching blindly until I felt cold metal brush my skin.

The key.

I pulled it out slowly, turning back toward the far corner of the room where the safe was built into the wall, hidden behind a row of old books.

One by one, I slid the books aside and revealed the small steel door.

My hands were trembling now—not just from fear of being caught, but from fear of not finding anything at all.

here," I

slid the

It clicked.

door

documents. I reached for the first file, and it was labeled with my

Parker Melford.

This was it.

I didn't

safe, pushing the books

in my hand, I turned—only to freeze in place as I heard

My heart jumped.

tucked the file underneath it, securing it against my stomach. The key

stepped in, holding a tray

paused at the door, holding the tray

at

calm, forcing

and lifted the tray slightly. "I

stared at him, eyebrows lifting

almost shyly. "Yeah. I know it's not perfect but…

voice. "Did you ever do this for your wife?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I just wanted to hear it

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

second, jaw tightening. "Things were… complicated

Complicated?

never got breakfast, but I do? Is that supposed to mean

there, eyes dropping to the tray in his hands like

twisted in my chest,

can't have this,"

"Olivia—"

him off sharply. "You didn't make her breakfast—your own wife—but you're making breakfast for another man's wife now? That's not fair

like he wanted to explain, like he had words but didn't know how to say them. I didn't

I want

The file was still tucked under my shirt, the key still

it behind me. As soon as I was out, I released a soft breath

quickly sat on the bed and opened the file of

file on my lap. Papers,

first page was a

Melford – Accused of Grand Theft and

My breath hitched.

father was accused of not just stealing—but of betraying the

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