Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 451

Chapter 451: Prove Myself

Frederick’s POV

The night air was sharp against my skin, but I barely felt it.

The woman you killed.

Those words wouldn’t leave me. They echoed through my head again and again, louder each time I thought about them.

I staggered toward the far end of the garden, stopping by the pool. The water shimmered. My reflection looked back at me—pale, tired, broken.

I thought of Deborah.

That name alone was enough to drag me years into the past. The young woman who worked beside me... brilliant and stubborn. The woman who smiled even when we argued over experiments, who believed she could change the world.

I remembered the letter she left behind, written in haste: "There’s an emergency. I have to return home. I’ll explain everything soon."

That was the last thing I ever heard from her. I searched for months. Sent messages, called in favors. Nothing. I thought she’d left, but I didn’t know that all this while she was dead—and I was pinned as the killer.

Poison.

I sent a maid.

I killed her.

I pressed a trembling hand against my face, trying to steady my breathing. "No," I whispered to myself. "I can be a monster, but killing Deborah? That was the last thing on earth I would ever do."

Then came the cruelest realization of all...Selene.

Deborah’s daughter.

she looked

the ground shifted beneath me. The same bloodline.

breath, running a hand through my

Everything was becoming suffocating.

thing was

her. Not to hatred.

it," I murmured to myself. "I’ll prove I didn’t kill Deborah. I’ll find the truth. I’ll make her

whispered again, firmer this

back into the mansion to see how things were. I should have gone home. After everything that happened tonight,

But I couldn’t leave.

she looked broken, lost, and

hit me first. Inside, the healers were still working, their chants low, their hands glowing faintly as they moved around Lennox’s

And there she was.

rumpled, her hands stained with magic dust as she helped the healers prepare another mixture. She looked completely drained—like she

her into my arms, to let her cry into my chest

But I knew better.

wouldn’t let me. Not

room slowly, my voice gentle. "You need to

were

she said flatly, her voice hoarse but strong

ignoring the warning in her tone. "You haven’t closed your eyes once since

mixing the magic dust. "Then let me collapse," she muttered. "At

tightened. I wanted to argue, but the pain in

sighed quietly and said, "I’m not

didn’t respond. She just kept working, pretending I

who was still trying to help the healers. Suddenly, her hands trembled as she tried to grind the last bit of magic dust. I could see the exhaustion in every movement—the way

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