Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 469: Cheating

Sofia’s POV

"Do you want me to come over?" I asked, my face full of worry. Olivia had just told me everything that was happening, and I could hear the fear in her voice. I thought maybe she needed me close.

"I can come if you want me to," I offered gently.

But she sighed over the phone.

"No, Sofia... don’t worry about me," she said weakly. "Just pray. That’s all I need right now."

Her words tugged at my heart, but I didn’t push further. "Alright," I whispered. "But remember, I’m here if you need me."

When the call ended, I sat quietly for a moment, staring at the wall. I hated feeling so helpless. Olivia was my friend, my sister in every way that mattered—and she was breaking.

A maid appeared at the doorway and bowed slightly. "Lady Sofia, dinner is ready."

I nodded slowly and stood up, even though I didn’t feel hungry. When I reached the dining table, I noticed something immediately—Damien’s seat was empty. Again.

He had been avoiding me for days now, or maybe he just didn’t want to be here at all.

I tried to ignore the hollow ache in my chest as I picked at my food. "Where’s Alpha Damien?" I asked the maid softly.

She lowered her eyes respectfully. "He isn’t back yet, ma’am."

I looked toward the door, then sighed. Of course he wasn’t.

Part of me wanted to ask if he was alright—if he’d eaten, if he was coming back soon—but I stopped myself. Damien was strong. He didn’t need me worrying about him. What mattered now was finding answers about Rebecca’s death, because until that mystery was solved, things could never be the same as they used to be between us.

making sure our son was asleep, I went to my room, but I

a.m., and

clock ticking loudly in the quiet house. I told myself not to worry, that he was probably working late again. I

mind wouldn’t rest. Every few minutes I

heard it—the sound of a car pulling

My heart jumped.

It was him.

a nonchalant look so he wouldn’t think I was waiting

door opened and

tie

awake?" he asked flatly, his voice cold, like a

I said softly, studying

He just

sweet and familiar. I knew that scent. That same scent I noticed in his office—the scent of his

mark—lipstick—on the collar of

froze, staring,

Or maybe he didn’t

up the stairs, something in me

to care. It didn’t matter. After all, we weren’t together. He could be and sleep with whoever he wanted. But I was lying to

hold back, I stood up and followed him, anger

pushed open the bedroom door just as he was

surprised,

back. "So this is what you’ve been doing, Damien?" I snapped, my voice trembling with anger and

halfway through unbuttoning his shirt and slowly looked up at me. His expression was calm—too calm.

about?" he asked coolly, not bothered by my

with me. I can smell her on you." My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. "That sweet perfume—your secretary wears it. I know that scent anywhere. And that—" I jabbed

his jaw tightening. "You’re imagining