Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Remain Dead

Lennox’s POV

Olivia froze. Annabella gasped. The entire room went silent.

Olivia’s head turned slightly from the force, her hair falling forward. She looked at the ground for a second, breath shaking... stunned.

I lowered my voice, "Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again."

Her fingers trembled. She slowly lifted her face to look at me.

There were tears in her eyes—slow, painful, furious tears. But behind them was rage...

"You... you slapped me," she whispered.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I felt terrible for hitting her. I just lost control.

Her jaw clenched. Her eyes glistened. "Of all people... YOU slapped me? Because of this bitch?"

Before I could say anything, the door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall.

Louis stormed in.

His eyes found Olivia first—her red cheek, her trembling lips—then they snapped to me. In one second, his whole face changed. His nostrils flared. His wolf pushed forward.

He crossed the room in three steps.

He didn’t even think.

He grabbed the front of my shirt so hard my body jerked in the wheelchair.

"YOU HIT HER?!" he roared in my face. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!"

I didn’t look away. "Let go of me."

"The hell I will!" Louis snarled. "You want to slap someone? Slap ME. You want to hit someone? HIT ME! Not Olivia!"

I clenched my jaw. "She disrespected me and I lost control...."

"AND YOU THINK YOU CAN PUT YOUR HAND ON HER?!" Louis pushed me back again. My wheelchair rolled a little, wheels scraping the floor. "Hit me instead, Lennox! I’m right here! TAKE OUT YOUR ANGER ON ME!"

He raised his fist, ready to swing—

"STOP!" Olivia grabbed his arm quickly. "Louis, stop!"

Her voice cracked. "Please... don’t... don’t hit him. Just let him go."

Louis stood there breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. His fist was still clenched. His hand still twisted in my shirt.

He looked at her first... then at me... then at her again.

And slowly... he let go.

It was a miracle he let go because the Louis I know would have punched me in the face, and to be sincere, I deserve it.

Olivia placed a hand on his chest and whispered, "Louis... please. Let him be."

Louis stepped back, still glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart, his breath shaking from restraint.

"You know what?" Louis spat, stepping closer like he was daring me to even breathe.

Olivia touched his arm gently. "Louis, please—"

"NO," he snapped, his eyes still burning into mine. "If this is how you want to behave... then you should never have come back."

His words hit me.

"Louis, stop," Olivia begged, pulling his sleeve.

He ignored her. His voice rose, shaking with anger and something else... hurt.

"You think you’re the only one who suffered? You think you’re the only one who broke? Olivia has not smiled—TRULY smiled—in years. Not once. No matter how hard Levi and I tried. No matter what we did. She never looked happy."

My chest tightened painfully.

"She missed you," Louis continued, his voice cracking for a second. "She cared about you even when she tried to force herself not to. She carried that pain for FOUR YEARS. And the minute you come back... the minute she sees you alive... This is how you treat her? You hit her?"

"Louis, enough!" Olivia cried, pulling at him.

He grunted, shaking her off gently but firmly. "No. This needs to be said."

His eyes stabbed into mine. "You know what would have been better? If you never came back. If you had stayed dead. At least then we’d have good memories of you. The Lennox who saved her. The Lennox she admired. Not... this version of you."

Those words.

Those damn words felt like fire under my skin. Like someone reached into my chest and twisted my heart with bare hands.

Olivia gasped, "Louis, stop saying that! Don’t say that!"

But he wasn’t done.

Louis stepped forward again, his shadow falling over me. "Listen to me clearly. Never—EVER—put your hand on Olivia again. I don’t care if you’re angry. I don’t care if you’re hurting. Touch her one more time..." He leaned down, his voice dropping to a deadly growl. "And you won’t just be crippled. I’ll make sure you have no hands left to hurt her with."

"LOUIS!" Olivia shouted, her eyes wide, grabbing his arm with both hands.

Louis exhaled sharply, his chest heaving, but his glare stayed locked on me.

Then he grabbed Olivia’s wrist—not rough, but firm—and pulled her toward the door. "We’re done here."

"Louis, wait—" she tried to turn back toward me.

But he didn’t let her.

He dragged her out of the room, slamming the door behind them.

The sound echoed through my bones.

And for the first time since waking up in this wheelchair... I felt truly, painfully, completely miserable.

Like maybe Louis was right.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come back at all.

I stared at the door for a long time, my chest tight, Louis’s words echoing in my head.

You should never have come back.

It would have been better if you stayed dead.

Maybe he was right.

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