Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Lying

Sofia’s POV

His words hung heavy in the air. "That’s what you really want?"

I forced my chin higher, even as my insides twisted painfully. "Yes," I said flatly, my throat tight. "That’s what I want."

The lie stung. My wolf whimpered inside me, calling me a coward, but I couldn’t let Damien see it. I couldn’t let him think he still had that power over me... until I know the truth about Rebecca’s death, I have to stay away from him.

Damien’s jaw tightened, the muscle there flexing as his hands curled into fists at his sides. He looked as if he wanted to break something—anything—but instead, he just stood there, staring at me with those burning eyes filled with so much pain.

"I don’t believe you," he said finally, his voice low, rough, almost trembling. "You love me, Sofia. You always have. You can spit your nonsense, you can push me away, but I know what’s inside you."

His words hit me. For a second, I wanted to scream that he was right, that he still lived in every scar on my heart. But I bit it back, burying it under my hardened heart.

"Believe what you want," I whispered harshly. "But I don’t want anything to do with you...." I frowned and continued. "And what happened here should never happen again. From now on, it’s about our son. Nothing more."

His eyes darkened, rage and hurt colliding in them. He stepped close enough that I could feel the heat of his body again, but he didn’t touch me. His voice broke as he rasped, "Then I pity you. Because you’ll spend the rest of your life lying to yourself."

I flinched. My heart lurched. But I stood my ground.

When he finally turned away, raking a hand through his hair, the silence that followed was suffocating. My knees trembled, but I forced myself to walk past him, to leave the office without looking back.

Because if I looked back—I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to leave.

The moment the door shut behind me, I pressed my back against it, my chest heaving. A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. I wiped it away quickly, angry at myself for even letting it fall.

Why did it still hurt this much? Why did his words cut so deep?

I clenched my fists, staring down at the floor as memories replayed in my mind. His arms around me, his voice saying he loved me, his eyes burning with a pain that mirrored my own. For a heartbeat, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to run back in and let him hold me until all of this madness disappeared.

But then Rebecca’s face flashed before me, and the sharp suspicion that Damien’s hands were not clean. My body stiffened all over again.

"No," I whispered to myself, shaking my head hard. "I can’t. Not until I know the truth."

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