Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 448

Chapter 448: I didn’t Kill Her

Selene’s POV

The moment Olivia fainted, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stand it; rather, I just ran out of the room. I was being suffocated, and if I didn’t leave, I might have passed out myself too. Before anyone could stop me, I turned and ran. My footsteps echoed down the long hallway, my heart pounding loudly. I didn’t know where I was going — I just needed air, space, anything that wasn’t that room. By the time I burst into the garden, the night air hit me hard. I stumbled forward, gripping a stone pillar as I tried to breathe. The moonlight bathed everything in silver, but it didn’t calm me. It only made the ache sharper.

Then I heard footsteps behind me — fast, urgent.

"Selene!"

I turned, and my stomach twisted. Frederick. He looked... wrecked. His usual calm was gone. His eyes were wide with worry as he reached for me. "Selene—"

"Don’t," I hissed, jerking back. "Don’t touch me."

He froze, his hand halfway in the air. "I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

"Alright?" I let out a broken laugh. "You think anyone in that room is alright?"

He looked down, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I’m sorry," he said quietly. "I didn’t come sooner. I didn’t know—"

"Stop." My voice cracked as I cut him off. "Just stop lying."

He frowned slightly. "Selene—"

"I hate you."

He blinked, startled, his brows drawing together. "I know you’re angry," he said softly, "but this isn’t the time—"

"No," I interrupted, my voice sharper this time. "You don’t understand."

His eyes met mine, confusion spreading across his face.

"I don’t mean I hate you because of what happened," I said, shaking my head slowly. "I mean, I hate you. Truly. Deeply. And I don’t want to pretend anymore."

looked at me, completely

fell quickly as I took a shaky breath. "You remember a woman

narrowed. "... Deborah?" he repeated carefully, as if the word were a ghost he hadn’t

finished for him.

His face went pale.

her daughter.

lips parted, but

voice barely

nodded slowly, my chest rising and falling.

parted in disbelief, and for a split second something warm flickered in his eyes. "Selene," he said quietly, as if tasting the name. "You’re that Selene? Deborah’s little

My jaw clenched. "Yes."

faintly, almost in awe. "She spoke about you all the time.

off coldly.

repeated, his tone shifting. "Deborah

I slapped him hard across the face. "Don’t you dare pretend!" I shouted, my

back. He just looked at me —

mother took her last breath from the poison

Frederick’s brows furrowed. "What—"

to her — a glass of wine, a gift from you." My voice broke. "She thought it was a peace offering, Frederick. A

parted slightly,

tears burning my eyes. "I watched her collapse in front

All because she made a discovery that should have been hers — a

just stood there, staring at me like the world had stopped moving. His breathing slowed. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, searching

work, her life, her name — was it worth it just to be

my mind. For a second he didn’t say anything — just looked, like he was

not true," he finally said, his voice low.

and bitter. "Not true? Don’t lie to

restless. "Listen," he said. "Listen to me. I

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