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.

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

1 a.m., and

living room, the clock ticking loudly in the quiet house. I told myself not to worry, that

Every few minutes I found

of a

My heart jumped.

It was him.

myself and put on a nonchalant look so he wouldn’t think I

door opened

his tie hanging loose, his

asked flatly, his voice cold, like

I said softly,

me. He just walked past, heading

sweet and familiar. I knew that scent. That same

the

staring, my heart

notice. Or maybe

he disappeared up the stairs, something in me

matter. After all, we weren’t together. He could be and

and followed him, anger

the bedroom door just as he was unbuttoning

looked up, surprised, but

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

through unbuttoning his shirt and slowly looked up at me. His expression was calm—too calm. That calmness made my

are you talking about?" he asked coolly, not bothered

closer, my fists clenched at my sides. "Don’t play dumb with me. I can smell her on you." My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. "That sweet perfume—your secretary wears it. I

jaw tightening. "You’re

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