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.

the way she looked at me sometimes, like

she said she was descended from Hailee, it felt like the ground shifted beneath

running a hand through my

Everything was becoming suffocating.

thing

her. Not to hatred. Not to

prove I didn’t kill Deborah. I’ll find the truth. I’ll make

the water as I whispered again, firmer this time,

into the mansion to see how things were. I should have gone home. After everything that happened tonight, after Selene’s words,

But I couldn’t leave.

when she looked

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

And there she was.

were rumpled, her hands stained with magic dust as she helped the healers prepare another mixture. She looked completely drained—like she hadn’t slept in days, like she was one breath away

moment, I just stood there, watching her. Every instinct in me screamed to walk over, to pull her into my arms, to let her cry into my chest and tell her she didn’t have to carry all

But I knew better.

let me.

stepped into the room slowly, my voice gentle. "You

eyes met mine, they were

flatly, her voice hoarse

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

"Then let me collapse," she muttered. "At least that’s something

to argue, but the pain in her voice stopped me. She was grieving—maybe

said, "I’m not

kept working, pretending I

as she tried to grind

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