Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Talk

Olivia’s POV

Louis poured the wine while Lennox lit the last candle on the table. As I looked around, taking it all in, my heart swelled to the point of pain.

"I don’t understand," I whispered, my eyes brimming. "How did you even pull this off?"

Levi smiled gently, his gaze never leaving me. "We did all this throughout the day."

"It’s beautiful." I whispered, my voice cracking.

Lennox leaned down, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You deserve to feel loved, Olivia. Cherished. We wanted to remind you of what we had... and what we can still have."

Levi rested his hand over mine. "You’ve always been our everything. We just forgot how to show it."

A heavy silence fell over us... not tense but comfortable...

Until I spoke... "I missed you. All of you. So much it felt like dying."

Louis squeezed my hand. "We missed you too, little bird."

That name. That damn name.

It cracked something wide open inside me.

It was the name Lennox had given me because he always teased that I was like a bird—fluttering, always circling them. And he wasn’t wrong. Back then, I was always around them.

Tears fell, slow and silent, streaking down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. I let them fall. Because for the first time in what felt like forever... I wasn’t crying alone.

Lennox reached across the table and gently caught one of the tears with his thumb, his touch featherlight. "You’re here now. That’s all that matters."

I nodded and flashed them a weak smile. "Let’s eat. The meal is getting cold."

They nodded and offered to fill my plate, and then we began eating in silence. I knew we had a lot to talk about, but we were waiting until after the meal.

They kept refilling my plate with my favorites, urging me to eat more, drink more.

By the time dessert came—chocolate mousse with strawberry hearts—I felt full in a way food couldn’t explain.

"Alright, please stop," I said with a soft chuckle, pushing the dessert slightly away. "I’m going to explode if I eat one more spoon."

They all smiled, watching me with that same soft admiration. But underneath the warmth, I could feel they were tense.

"I know you guys probably have a lot to say," I murmured, folding my hands on the table. "But let me start."

They paused, all three of them. Attentive. Silent.

"I heard what happened to Anita... and her family."

The air shifted instantly. Like the wind had changed direction.

Lennox’s jaw clenched slightly. Louis looked away. Levi’s fingers tapped against his glass.

glanced between them. "What... exactly

spoke, his voice low and grave. "He found the letters, Olivia. The ones that tore us apart. We’ve found

my eyes.

There was a pause.

a whisper

widened. "Your parents

you truly were, they wanted to

messed us up," Levi added, looking directly at me. "Anita’s father—he

blinked, confused. "A

voice hard. "It was

hate, it would’ve

shocked. If he could set up my father,

table, placing his hand over mine. "Luckily,

of guilt. "I know. We didn’t kill you physically... but we killed you with

never forgive ourselves for," Louis

the three men before me and could see it plain as day. The regret.

the lump in my throat, the weight of everything pressing on my chest. "How long?" I asked softly. "How

glances. It was Levi

meeting with the Council,"

frowned, my heart clenching. "Then why didn’t you

slightly, "you wouldn’t have believed us, Olivia.

as I thought back to how broken and angry I’d been, I knew

wouldn’t have believed you," I whispered, more to myself than to

heavy but no longer

voice gaining strength. "Anita...

to mine, sharp

mother took her to a witch," I continued. "She

his brows

"What?" I asked gently.

rubbing his jaw. "The first time we actually touched her... it was confusing. Off.

agreement. "It wasn’t even a thought, Olivia. Not until just a few weeks before she

strange... pull. That desire. We

love. It wasn’t even lust.

added. "We kept thinking we owed her something. Because she was always... there.

eyes, trying to breathe past

their actions, but these men were victims, too. They wouldn’t have hurt me the

This makes sense now...

triplets I knew—my boys—they never would

just been the forged letters, they might’ve ignored me. Maybe even distanced themselves. That would’ve

me piece by piece with their

might’ve disliked me. But they wouldn’t have

was never who

God. I knew they never really liked her. Back then, they barely tolerated her. I always noticed it. The obvious distance, the way they dismissed her opinions, never really

they started acting obsessed with her—kissing her, claiming her—it was like watching

remember thinking it

I knew

It wasn’t them.

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