Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: What Happened

Lennox’s POV

The sting of her slap was nothing compared to the anger blazing in her eyes

I stayed still, trying to control my breath, my heart pounding louder than I expected. Slowly, I turned my face back to her, her palm print still burning on my cheek.

She stood there, chest heaving, eyes glossy with unshed tears and fury.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked, my voice low but firm. "Because I stayed out?"

She let out a short, bitter laugh. "You really think I’m that stupid?"

"What are you talking about?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand where this was coming from.

"I know you were with a woman last night, Lennox," she spat, her voice shaking. "I felt it."

My breath caught.

Louis and Levi stiffened behind her. I could feel Levi already stepping forward, like he wanted to step in.

"Olivia, don’t—" Levi started gently.

But she raised a hand, silencing him without even looking.

"No, let me talk," she said, her voice sharp. "Don’t protect him."

Her gaze snapped back to me. "When I mind-linked you, I felt your pulse... your breath... and the presence of a woman so close to you," she spat.

My frown deepened. I hadn’t touched anyone. Not last night. Not ever since I claimed her.

But I didn’t speak fast enough.

I just stared at her with nothing but pain... it was heartbreaking that up until now she didn’t trust me.

"Do you think I’m a fool?" she asked, her voice rising. "You think I wouldn’t know? You think I wouldn’t feel it?"

"Olivia," I said, finally managing to speak, stepping toward her. "That wasn’t real. I wasn’t with anyone—"

"Don’t," she snapped, stepping back like my presence disgusted her. "Don’t lie to me."

Her voice trembled now, not with anger but with pain.

Louis stepped closer too, rubbing a hand over his face like he was trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

Levi tried again. "Olivia, maybe you had a nightmare. You were sweating, thrashing a little—"

"I saw him," she said. "In the dream. With her. Touching her. Kissing her like I didn’t exist."

Her voice cracked.

I felt like the ground shifted under me.

I didn’t know what she saw. What she felt. But I knew one thing: it wasn’t real.

Still... she believed it. Every word of it. And that alone shattered something inside me.

I inhaled deeply, and I didn’t explain with words—because clearly, right now, she wouldn’t believe them.

Instead, I stepped forward, tugging my shirt over my head in one swift motion.

Her eyes widened instantly. Her breath hitched.

There, across my chest and down my ribs, were deep, angry red claw marks. Fresh. Some still scabbing over, others barely closed.

I turned slightly, and her hand flew to her mouth. My back was worse—long, jagged gashes slicing from my shoulder down to my spine, raw and swollen.

She blinked rapidly, her fury faltering as her gaze traced the deep slashes across my chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came. The flush in her cheeks drained to pale, and her shoulders sank a fraction, as if the weight of her own words suddenly hit her. "Lennox..." Her voice was softer now, unsteady.

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