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."

at me, completely lost. "What are

fists. My chest rose and fell quickly as I took a shaky breath. "You remember

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

finished for

His face went pale.

whispered. "I’m her

parted, but no sound

his voice barely a whisper.

nodded slowly, my chest rising and

parted in disbelief, and for a split second something warm flickered in his eyes. "Selene," he said quietly, as

My jaw clenched. "Yes."

"She spoke about you all the

off coldly. "The

blank. "Killed?" he repeated, his tone shifting. "Deborah is...

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

at me — stunned, confused — as if

I pushed through it. "Before my mother took her last breath from

Frederick’s brows furrowed. "What—"

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

slightly,

burning my eyes. "I watched her collapse in front of me, coughing blood

student. All because she made a discovery that

staring at me like the world had stopped moving. His breathing slowed. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, searching for something — maybe truth,

her life,

anything — just looked, like he was

said, his voice

and bitter. "Not true? Don’t lie to

through his hair, the motion small and restless. "Listen," he said. "Listen to me. I didn’t kill Deborah.

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