Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 469

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.

asleep, I went to my room, but I couldn’t

a.m.,

in the quiet house. I told myself not to worry, that

few minutes I found myself looking

heard it—the sound of a car pulling up

My heart jumped.

It was him.

put on a nonchalant look so

later, the door opened and

looked tired, his tie hanging

asked flatly, his voice cold, like

I said softly, studying

at me. He just walked past, heading for the

familiar. I knew that scent. That same scent I noticed in his office—the scent of his secretary. Then I saw

red mark—lipstick—on the collar of his

staring, my

Or maybe he didn’t

the

be and sleep with whoever he wanted. But I

stood up and followed

open the bedroom door just as he was unbuttoning

looked up, surprised,

this is what

me. His expression was calm—too calm. That calmness made my blood boil

talking about?" he asked coolly,

voice cracked, but I didn’t care. "That sweet perfume—your secretary wears it. I know that scent anywhere. And that—" I jabbed a trembling finger toward

exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. "You’re

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