Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Revelation

Sofia’s POV

Throughout the day, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. I couldn’t think clearly. Every time I tried to breathe, my chest felt tight.

Damien had an affair with Rebecca.

He got her pregnant.

He killed her.

Those words kept echoing in my head like music. Each time I thought of them, it felt like my heart cracked a little more. I wanted to scream. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to believe the man I loved could never do something that cruel. But the more I thought about it, the more everything started to make sense.

The scarf in his storeroom.

The call.

The body exchange with Olivia.

All these were proof he did it.

Tears filled my eyes again as I sat by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. I had loved Damien with everything I had. I trusted him. I gave him my life. But now... now all I could feel was fear and disgust.

A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.

"My lady," a maid said gently from the doorway. "Alpha Damien says dinner is ready."

I didn’t want to go. My stomach felt like a knot. I didn’t think I could swallow even a bite. But if I refused, it would only make him suspicious. He was already watching me too closely.

"I’ll be there soon," I said quietly.

When I finally entered the dining room, the table was already set. Our son had gone to bed early, so it was just the two of us. The silence between us was thick, like the air before a storm.

Damien sat at the head of the table, dressed neatly as always. His face looked calm, but I could feel something dark behind his eyes.

I sat down across from him.

"Eat," he said softly, smiling. "You’ve hardly touched food all day."

I forced a small nod and picked up my fork. The smell of roasted meat filled the air, but I couldn’t taste anything. I lifted a piece to my mouth and chewed, just to look normal. Every bite felt heavy, dry.

Damien watched me closely, his eyes never leaving my face.

"I got you something," he said suddenly.

My head lifted. "What?"

He reached under the table and pulled out a small box. "A gift," he said, smiling faintly.

My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside was a delicate gold bracelet, shining under the candlelight. It was beautiful, simple but elegant. I should have loved it. But instead, I felt sick just looking at it.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"It’s beautiful," I said quietly. My voice didn’t sound like my own.

He leaned back, still watching me. "You seem distant tonight," he said slowly. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

My heart jumped. I forced a smile and shook my head. "No. I’m just tired."

He nodded, but there was a flicker in his eyes—something I couldn’t place. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. "Sofia," he said calmly, "I know you have people watching me, looking into Rebecca’s death."

My breath stopped. My hand froze on the table.

I stared at him, trying to hide my fear. "What are you talking about?" I whispered.

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