Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 378: The Call

Chapter 378: The Call

Sofia’s POV

As usual, silence was the constant thing between Damien and me. I could practically count the times we spoke in a day. When we did, it was only about our son, or something general. Never about us.

Maybe I should have loved it. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? We were co-parenting. Civil. Respectful. Distant. Exactly how I had imagined it should be.

But lately... I wasn’t so sure anymore.

It was becoming harder to bear, seeing him every day but not really seeing him. Sitting across from him at the table with nothing but words about Charlie between us. Passing him in the hall and not even brushing shoulders.

No smiles. No laughter. No touches.

And I knew Damien. When it came to me, he was always a man of touch. His hand on my waist as he passed. His fingers brushing mine when he handed me something. His palm against the small of my back when we walked side by side.

Before, minutes never passed without him finding some excuse to reach for me.

Now... nothing.

The absence of it left an ache I didn’t want to admit to. And worse—it made me wonder if co-parenting was really what I wanted... or if I was lying to myself all along.

We sat across from each other at the dining table, lunch spread neatly between us. Damien’s phone buzzed against the table. He picked it up without hesitation, his thumb gliding across the screen.

A faint smile tugged at his lips—small, but real.

And my heart ached.

Who was he texting? His beautiful secretary? The one I saw the other day?

clenched my fork so tightly my knuckles ached. A wave of heat surged

attention, his smile, to someone else while I sat invisible on the other side of the

scraped against the floor

I muttered

could even glance up, I stood and left the table,

my room, I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling

came anyway, hot and stinging. I pressed my palms over my eyes, willing them back, but they refused

wolf whispered, her voice cutting

my

sharp and certain. "I told you. You love

truth clawing its way out.

she snapped,

words caught in my throat. I hated myself for this—for feeling

My breath hitched. "There’s blood between us. Too much

wolf scoffed, pacing in the back of my mind. "Excuses. Olivia is with the triplets, isn’t she? Everyone

and I had similar situations, and Olivia still chose to be with her mates and me? Here I

Damien how you feel." My wolf urged, but

he no longer has

with me. "You won’t know until

contemplated on how I was going to stand in front of Damien and confess to him that I still

he say he loves someone else now? Will I be able to live with

my palms

Then—ring. Ring.

snatching it from the nightstand, my heart leaping

The investigator.

weeks ago to dig into Rebecca’s