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."

me, completely lost. "What are you

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

His eyes narrowed. "... Deborah?" he repeated carefully, as if the word were a ghost

finished for him. "My

His face went pale.

her daughter.

parted, but no sound

his voice barely a

nodded slowly, my chest

moment, he actually looked... happy. His lips parted in disbelief, and for a split second something warm flickered in his

My jaw clenched. "Yes."

awe. "She spoke about you all the

off coldly. "The Deborah you

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

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

even fight back. He just looked at me — stunned,

through it. "Before my mother took her last

Frederick’s brows furrowed. "What—"

wine, a gift from you."

parted slightly, but no sound

barely made it home alive," I went on, tears burning my eyes. "I watched her collapse in front of me, coughing blood — and before she died,

stepped closer, my voice trembling but fierce. "You killed her, your own student. All because she made a discovery that should have been

His breathing slowed. His

I said, my voice breaking, "was it worth it? Taking her work, her life, her name —

he didn’t say anything — just looked, like he

true," he finally said, his voice low. "You’re saying things that

bitter. "Not true?

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

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