Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Can’t Tell Him

Olivia’s POV

"I couldn’t tell him..." Sofia whispered, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup.

My brows drew together, a mix of concern and curiosity swirling in my chest. "Why?"

She sighed deeply, her gaze falling to the table as if the truth weighed too much to look me in the eye. "First, he thinks he can’t get a woman pregnant."

My eyes widened. "But your son—"

"Is his," she confirmed softly. "There’s no doubt. But I never told him. I was too afraid of what it would mean for him... for us."

"And the second reason?" I asked gently.

Her shoulders slumped. "Because we’re related."

That word hit harder than I expected. It’s funny how I was also in this shit with the triplets.

"And the third?" I asked quietly, though I already knew.

She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with a tired kind of sadness. "Our families have been at war for decades. Everything about us... screams we’re not supposed to work."

I was silent, absorbing all of it.

"But you still love him," I whispered.

She gave me a sad smile. "With everything I have. But sometimes... love isn’t enough."

I reached across the table and gently placed my hand over hers. "He deserves to know he has a son."

"I know," she whispered. "I will someday... but not just now..."

Before she could finish, the bell above the café door chimed softly again.

I glanced up instinctively—and froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

Because walking through that door, dressed in a dark navy suit and carrying himself with the same quiet confidence I remembered... was Lord Frederick.

Our eyes met.

His steps faltered for the briefest second.

to see me either. That much was

didn’t recognize. They took a seat near the far window, their backs

quickly looked away, pretending to

Sofia had noticed.

slightly, her voice teasing.

my expression neutral. "Not really... I

at me.

"What do you

a little. "He hasn’t taken his eyes

eyes

"Seems like someone has a

shot her a

surrender. "Fine, fine. But... in all honesty, he’s a good man. A

is he here, though? I thought he

from her cup again. "But he visits often. Something about trade routes and estate borders... he has business here. And our late

Frederick still lingered faintly in the glass, his subtle

didn’t press

shifted tone—softer now, a bit more

back to her.

going to happen... between you and the

I froze.

settled heavily

don’t know," I admitted truthfully. "I really don’t. It’s complicated. Everything is... confusing. But they’re my mates.

said it out

Instead, she nodded

said gently, "I don’t know everything you’ve been through. And I won’t pretend I understand all the pain you’ve carried—but I

unsure of what she

should never question that. It’s obvious in the way they speak about you. That kind of love...

her. I knew

They did love me.

never doubted

if their love

say it made

fragile piece of me that had

away the sting

"Just don’t let

I nodded. "Thank you."

the last of our drinks. There was something strangely comforting about sitting with her like this. We’d missed so many years of sisterhood, but somehow...

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