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 at me sometimes, like she knew me before she

when she said she was descended from Hailee, it felt like the ground shifted beneath me. The

cursed under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

Everything was becoming suffocating.

one thing

lose her. Not to hatred. Not to

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

water as I whispered again, firmer this time, "I’ll prove it to

things were. I should have gone home. After everything that happened tonight,

But I couldn’t leave.

looked broken, lost, and

I reached Lennox’s room, the door was half-open. The smell of herbs and medicine hit me first. Inside, the healers were still working, their chants low, their

And there she was.

magic dust as she helped the healers prepare another

screamed to walk over, to pull her into my arms,

But I knew better.

let

slowly, my voice

were red

business," she said flatly, her voice hoarse but strong

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

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

tightened. I wanted to argue, but the pain in her voice stopped

"I’m not going anywhere, Selene...

respond. She just kept working, pretending I

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

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