Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Full Moon Soon

Lennox's POV

I felt terrible.

For the past two hours since I came back from the woods, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened there. The raw pain I saw in Olivia's eyes, the anger—it told me how my words must have hurt her so dearly.

I felt horrible and had the thought of going to her, but if I did, then what am I going to say? Apologize? Tell her I won't keep it a secret? Tell her I will let go of the past and accept our bond?

All that was not possible, So what was the point in going to her? Maybe she was right. Maybe this… whatever it is between us… needs to end. She never truly wanted me. It was never me. So I should just leave it that way.

With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the far end of my room where a small safe was tucked behind a shelf. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out and brushed the dust off the keypad. I hadn't opened it in months. Maybe even a year.

Six… one… seven… eight…

The soft click echoed in the silence as the safe unlocked.

I hesitated for a moment, staring at the small door, then slowly opened it. My hand reached inside and pulled it out.

I just stood there, staring at it as the weight of memories came crashing into me. My throat tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn't blink them away.

It's been four years.

Four damn years.

And it still hurt like hell.

Every time I saw it, it felt like a blade twisting in my chest all over again. I could never bring myself to burn it… never could throw it away either.

I kept telling myself that one day—one day—I'd confront her with it. Look her in the eyes and demand answers.

But every time I got close… I froze.

Because deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted the truth.

What if she admits it? What if she looks me dead in the eye and says, Yes, I did it? What then? How the hell would I survive that?

I inhaled deeply and shoved the item back into the safe. Closed it. Locked it.

I returned to the couch, picking up my glass of whiskey, trying to drown myself in alcohol, like I did that day. I almost drank myself to death. Olivia had hurt me so dearly. How can I still have a place for her in my heart? Why can't my heart see reason and hate her? I was supposed to feel nothing but hate for that woman.

A sudden knock came on the door, and before I could ask the person to go away, the door pushed open, and I frowned, already knowing it was my mother through her vanilla scent.

She stepped in and slowly shut the door. Immediately, her eyes landed on me, and a worried look spread across her face.

I grumbled wishing I had locked my door.

"Lennox, is everything okay?" She sounded so worried as she moved closer to me.

I rubbed my forehead. "Yes, Mother," I replied. "Just… pack stress." I lied.

Mother, who didn't seem to believe me, sat on my bed as she settled her eyes on me as if studying me. It was obvious she didn't believe me, but my mother knew I hated being questioned. When I said I was fine, it was better not to question me.

After a moment, she sighed. "I'm here to discuss an important matter with you. I should have discussed it with you and your brothers, but since you are the eldest, I thought of coming to you."

I frowned. "Mother, we're triplets. None of us is older."

Mother rolled her eyes. "You know that is not true. You came out first from me, and ten minutes later, I had Levi, and five minutes later came Louis," she argued.

I scowled at her. Here she went again, bringing up this age debate. I wasn't in the mood for it.

"Fine," I muttered. "Go on, then. What is it you need to say?"

She glanced at the whiskey glass in my hand, then looked back up at me. "The full moon is in two weeks."