Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Accusing

Sofia’s POV

Olivia’s teleport pulled us into a room, but this time the air was different—heavy with the smell of ink and old leather. An office. My eyes darted around, frantic, until I 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.

I 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 at me and 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 hit me like claws to the chest. How did he read my thoughts so fast...? "You were gone all day. You never picked up your phone. I didn’t know where you were. I didn’t know if he was safe. What else was I supposed to think?"

Damien’s eyes burned into mine, and for a moment I 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 I would take him from you?" His chest rose and fell unevenly. "You believe I’d do something that cruel?"

I 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 shut me out."

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. I forced myself to face Damien again, only to find his expression unreadable, carved from ice.

"My phone was on silent. I didn’t want interruptions," he said flatly. "And I told the housekeeper to inform you that Charlie and I 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 I ever wanted custody of Charlie... if I ever wanted to keep him, I wouldn’t sneak around like a coward. I 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. I might be angry at you. But don’t ever believe I would use our son against you. He’s not a weapon. He’s... our boy."

I 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 saw me walking closer. "I had so much fun!" His voice was bright, pure, and free of all the worry that had been eating me alive.

My lips curved despite the heaviness in my chest. "Did you now?" I whispered, my voice breaking with both relief and love. I lowered myself onto the couch beside him, pulling him gently into my arms. His warmth melted some of the cold that had been lodged in me all day.

He leaned into me, excited. "Daddy showed me his office! He let me sit in his chair and draw on some papers." He giggled proudly, and I couldn’t help but smile through my tears, brushing my hand over his hair.

For a few moments, I 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, I faintly heard Olivia’s voice, low and steady. "She was worried sick, Damien. You have to understand that."

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

I 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, reminding me of how fragile everything between us had become.

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