Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 359: Accusing

Sofia’s POV

Olivia’s teleport pulled us into a room, but this time the air was different—heavy with the smell of ink and old leather. An office. My eyes darted around, frantic, until I saw him.

Damien sat behind his desk, his back straight, his jaw tight. In his arms was our son, who leaned comfortably against him, playing with a pen Damien had given him. The sight should have eased me. My baby was safe. But instead, it only made my chest ache harder. His phone lay face down on the desk beside him.

I stumbled forward, my voice breaking. "Damien, why were you not picking up your calls..."

He looked up at me, his brow furrowed as he glanced at me and then back at Olivia. "So this is what you thought?" His tone was calm, too calm—dangerously so. "That I’d run away with him? That I’d take him away from you?"

The words hit me like claws to the chest. How did he read my thoughts so fast...? "You were gone all day. You never picked up your phone. I didn’t know where you were. I didn’t know if he was safe. What else was I supposed to think?"

Damien’s eyes burned into mine, and for a moment I thought he would yell. Instead, he rose slowly, placing our son gently onto the couch beside his desk. The boy curled into the cushions, comfortable and calm, as Damien stepped closer.

His voice dropped, low as if he didn’t want our son to hear. "You think so little of me, Sofia? That I would take him from you?" His chest rose and fell unevenly. "You believe I’d do something that cruel?"

I shook my head, swallowing hard. "I don’t want to believe it—but you don’t talk to me, Damien. You don’t look at me. You only give your attention to him. And then today—you disappear without a word! My mind went to the worst place because you shut me out."

For the first time, something cracked in his mask. His jaw clenched, his voice trembling just slightly. "I would never take him away from you. Never."

I swallowed hard, glancing past him, watching Charlie giggle in Damien’s chair as he spun the pen like it was a treasure. My chest swelled with relief and resentment all at once. I forced myself to face Damien again, only to find his expression unreadable, carved from ice.

"My phone was on silent. I didn’t want interruptions," he said flatly. "And I told the housekeeper to inform you that Charlie and I would be late. So why the hell were you so worried? Why let such silly thoughts crawl into your head?"

My lips parted, but no words came.

"Sofia, listen to me. If I ever wanted custody of Charlie... if I ever wanted to keep him, I wouldn’t sneak around like a coward. I would tell you openly. To your face." His jaw tightened, his chest rising heavily. "But that’s not what

breath hitched, confusion tangling with the relief

to where Charlie sat. "I may hate you, Sofia. I might be angry at you. But don’t ever believe I would use our

trembling with leftover fear, but my eyes drifted back to Charlie. He was

walking closer. "I had so much fun!" His voice was bright, pure, and free of all

breaking with both relief and love. I lowered myself onto the couch beside him, pulling him gently into my

on

myself just breathe him in—his scent, his laughter, the sound of his joy. It calmed me more than

heard Olivia’s voice, low and steady. "She was worried

quieter, rougher. "I didn’t think...

on Charlie, not daring to turn. My boy’s chatter filled my ears, drowning out the weight of their words. Still,

stood beside me, her gaze searching mine. "Do you want me to teleport you back?" she

tightening around

nodded, flashing her an appreciative smile before she

a stack of papers as though nothing had happened. His face was

watched him for a long moment, my chest tight. Finally, I found my

just use the office in the mansion?" I asked quietly.

it down and leaned back, his eyes meeting mine. "This is my company," he said simply. "It’s new.

knit

I needed space—somewhere separate. Somewhere I could work

what to say. My eyes softened when they landed on Charlie, who had slumped against