My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Secrets Laid Bare

Chapter 232 Secrets Laid Bare

“Besides me, who else knows?” Soren asked after a thoughtful pause.

“Only you, Lord Soren.”

Soren stilled. Their gazes locked, neither willing to look away first.

“Not even your mother knows?” Surprise flickered across his voice.

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“Who would believe such a tale?” Fiona answered with a weary smile. “If I spoke of it, people would call me mad. As for you—your calm only proves you had already pieced the truth together.”

Fiona stepped into the quiet pavilion with every nerve prepared for an inquest. She pictured Soren’s gaze narrowing, his voice slicing through the dusk–yet the young lord only poured himself tea and asked nothing.

Had it been anyone else, the obvious question would have fallen at once: Who, exactly, has seized that lofty seat? But Soren let the silence stand, a choice as unsettling as any accusation.

She understood why the question remained unspoken. If she truly knew the name behind that throne, she would never have urged Zachary and Vincent to throw their weight behind Cornelius–nor would she have dared to keep company with Zephyr.

Soren set his cup down with the softest click, eyes half–lidded like a hawk measuring the wind.

“Your performance on horseback, bow in hand, gave away more than you realized,” he said, voice steady as a taut string. “Then I challenged you to chess, only to confirm my suspicion. Your moves mirror mine too closely. Yet in this lifetime I have never been your teacher, so I could not help but wonder who, or what, made such an imprint on you.”

Those tests belonged to a season so distant that the memory felt rimmed with frost; hearing him summon it now was like finding a forgotten arrow buried beneath spring grass.

She had, of course, guessed as much, yet the confession still slid beneath her skin like ice. Even with all her composure, a ripple of primal unease traced the line of her spine.

Fiona forced a smile, the sort one wears while feeling the blade pressed to the back rather than the front. “Lord Soren, your insight is every bit as keen as people say.”

Soren’s gaze drifted toward the paper lanterns above them, as though following a thread only he could see. “That is not the full of it,” he murmured after a pause.

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“I have dreamed of you,” he continued, voice barely louder than night insects. “In that dream, you looked at me and called me your husband.”

The word struck her harder than an arrow’s kick. In an instant the odd mixture of indifference and possessiveness he had shown her began to align, pieces of a mosaic sliding into place with unsettling clarity.

If he believed that dream could be true, then of course he would sit in the role of husband–any man would, once fate whispered such a promise in his ear.

Soren’s mind flashed to Xavier, and distrust flickered across his features before he schooled them back to calm. “So tell me, Fiona–what are we, exactly?”

Fiona lowered her lashes, the lamplight catching on them like dew. She traced the rim of her teacup, searching for an answer that would neither entrap her nor unravel the threads she had so carefully knotted.

If I admit we were married, Marcus will find it far harder to pry us apart. Yet if I deny it, how can I explain why my bow, my seat, my moves on a chessboard echo his so precisely?

At last she lifted her head, voice gentle but sure. “We were once wed, Lord Soren. You spent most years stationed in Broadmoor, and we rarely met. With no affection between us, we dissolved the marriage after three years.”

The way

she phrased it felt dangerously close to the truth–divorced in everything but paperwork, bound only by ink no one had cared to dry.

Had I not fallen to my death, the decree would already bear both seals, she reminded herself, a chill blooming where memory met the scar of another life.

Soren’s eyebrow lifted, a single blade drawn. “Who put the matter forward?”

She did not hesitate, the lie sliding off her tongue like practiced verse. “You did. There was another woman for you in Broadmoor, though I never learned her name. We were hardly acquainted.”

“In

my dreams we were not strangers,” Soren countered, eyes narrowing. “I believed us to be a couple well matched, perhaps not passionate, but certainly not distant.”

He remembered the warmth of the bed, the way he had yielded to her persuasion, how the thought had even crossed his mind to take her as a concubine, if only to shield her from the

storm.

Fiona’s lashes fell again, voice barely above breath. “Perhaps we were harmonious only in that single act, my lord, and that illusion misled you.”

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He frowned, question soft but weighty. “Did we have children?”

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