Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 359: Accusing

Sofia’s POV

Olivia's teleport pulled us into a room, but this tthe air was different—heavy with the smell of ink and old

leather. An office. My eyes darted around, frantic, until | saw him.

Damien sat behind his desk, his back straight, his jaw tight. In his arms was our son, who leaned comfortably

against him, playing with a pen Damien had given him. The sight should have eased me. My baby was safe. But

instead, it only made my chest ache harder. His phone lay face down on the desk beside him.

| stumbled forward, my voice breaking. "Damien, why were you not picking up your calls..."

He looked up at me, his brow furrowed as he glanced atand then back at Olivia. "So this is what you

thought?" His tone was calm, too calm—dangerously so. "That I'd run away with him? That I'd take him away

from you?"

The words hitlike claws to the chest. How did he read my thoughts so fast...? "You were gone all day. You

never picked up your phone. | didn’t know where you were. | didn’t know if he was safe. What else was |

supposed to think?"

Damien's eyes burned into mine, and for a moment | thought he would yell. Instead, he rose slowly, placing our

son gently onto the couch beside his desk. The boy curled into the cushions, comfortable and calm, as Damien

stepped closer.

His voice dropped, low as if he didn’t want our son to hear. "You think so little of me, Sofia? That | would take him

from you?" His chest rose and fell unevenly. "You believe I'd do something that cruel?"

| shook my head, swallowing hard. "I don’t want to believe it—but you don’t talk to me, Damien. You don’t look at

me. You only give your attention to him. And then today—you disappear without a word! My mind went to the

worst place because you shutout."

For the first time, something cracked in his mask. His jaw clenched, his voice trembling just slightly. "I would

never take him away from you. Never."

I swallowed hard, glancing past him, watching Charlie giggle in Damien’s chair as he spun the pen like it was a

treasure. My chest swelled with relief and resentment all at once. | forced myself to face Damien again, only to

find his expression unreadable, carved from ice.

"My phone was on silent. | didn’t want interruptions," he said flatly. "And | told the housekeeper to inform you

that Charlie and | would be late. So why the hell were you so worried? Why let such silly thoughts crawl into your

head?"

My lips parted, but no words came.

He stepped closer, lowering his tone again, his eyes boring into mine. "Sofia, listen to me. If | ever wanted

custody of Charlie... if | ever wanted to keep him, | wouldnt sneak around like a coward. | would tell you openly.

To your face." His jaw tightened, his chest rising heavily. "But that’s not what this is. Charlie needs his mother. He

needs you."

My breath hitched, confusion tangling with the relief his words gave me.

Damien's gaze softened for just a fleeting second as it flicked back to where Charlie sat. "I may hate you, Sofia. |

might be angry at you. But don’t ever believe | would use our son against you. He's not a weapon. He's... our

boy."

| blinked hard, my chest still trembling with leftover fear, but my eyes drifted back to Charlie. He was grinning as

he spun the pen between his fingers, his little legs swinging happily off the couch.

"Mom!" he beamed when he sawwalking closer. "I had so much fun!" His voice was bright, pure, and free of

all the worry that had been eatingalive.

My lips curved despite the heaviness in my chest. "Did you now?" | whispered, my voice breaking with both relief

and love. | lowered myself onto the couch beside him, pulling him gently into my arms. His warmth melted some

of the cold that had been lodged inall day.

He leaned into me, excited. "Daddy showedhis office! He letsit in his chair and draw on spapers."

He giggled proudly, and | couldn't help but smile through my tears, brushing my hand over his hair.

For a few moments, | let myself just breathe him in—his scent, his laughter, the sound of his joy. It calmed me

more than any words could.

Behind me, | faintly heard Olivia's voice, low and steady. "She was worried sick, Damien. You have to understand

that."

Damien's reply cquieter, rougher. "I didn’t think... she'd believe | could do something like that."

| kept my focus on Charlie, not daring to turn. My boy’s chatter filled my ears, drowning out the weight of their

words. Still, every syllable sank into me, remindingof how fragile everything between us had become.

After a moment, Olivia cto me. She stood beside me, her gaze searching mine. "Do you wantto teleport

you back?" she asked gently.

| shook my head quickly, my arms tightening around Charlie. "No," | whispered firmly. "I'll stay. Thank you."

She nodded. "Call if anything comes up, okay?"l nodded, flashing her an appreciative smile before she teleported

away.

Damien didn’t say another word after Olivia vanished. He simply walked back to his desk, lowered himself into

his chair, and picked up a stack of papers as though nothing had happened. His face was carved from stone, his

focus already on the work in front of him.

| watched him for a long moment, my chest tight. Finally, | found my voice.

"Why didn’t you just use the office in the mansion?" | asked quietly. "Where... where even is this place?"

He didn’t look up right away. His pen scratched against the paper before he finally set it down and leaned back,

his eyes meeting mine. "This is my company," he said simply. "It's new. Barely two years old."

My brows knit together. "Company?"

He gave a short nod. "It's just a few minutes’ drive from the packhouse. Not far at all. But | needed space—

somewhere separate. Somewhere | could work without the noise of the pack or the weight of the mansion

pressing down on me."

| looked down, chewing on my lip, unsure what to say. My eyes softened when they landed on Charlie, who had

slumped against the couch cushions. His little hands were still wrapped around the pen, his chest rising and

falling with the rhythm of deep sleep.

Carefully, | rose and crossed the room, slipping the pen from his tiny fingers before lifting him gently into my

arms. He stirred but didn’t wake, his head resting against my shoulder.

| laid him down on the long sofa in the corner—the one that looked more like a king-sized lounge than office

furniture. | tucked a throw blanket over him, brushing my hand lightly across his hair before stepping back.

For a moment, | just stood there, watching his peaceful face. The storm insidequieted, even if just a little.

Then, slowly, my eyes drifted back to Damien—still at his desk, still pretending to be buried in his work, totally

avoiding me.

My eyes drifted across the desk and landed on something—subtle, but enough. A faint scent clung to the corner

of the desk. Sweet. Feminine. Perfume. Or maybe my mind just wanted to see it that way. Either way, my blood

boiled.

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His head shot up, his eyes narrowing. "A woman?" His voice was low and annoyed. "That's what you think of me?

That | sneak around like a coward, fucking a woman while my son is in my arms? Are you insane?"

| frowned. "You don’t have to deny it. After all, we are not together anymore," | spat, trying my best to hide my

jealousy.

His chest heaved, his eyes burning

into mine. And before | knew it, he

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"You driveinsane, Sofia," he hissed, his face inches from mine. "Always assuming, always pushing me,

always clawing at my control—"

"I hate you," | spat, though the words trembled, unsteady. My breath betrayed me, shaky and quick, matching

the thunder in my chest.

His jaw tightened, his eyes flicking down to my lips for a fleeting second before snapping back up. "Do you?" he

whispered, huskily.

And then—like a dam breaking—we

collided. His mouth crushed against

mine, not gentle, not tender, byt

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away, but instead they fisted into his

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For a moment, | hated him. For a moment, | loved him. And for a moment, | couldn't tell the difference.