Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Feeling Guilty

Olivia’s POV

He didn’t say a word.

He just turned and walked away.

I stood there, breathing hard, my chest tight with anger. My hand still burned from the slap. For a few seconds, all I felt was a burning rage.

Then something else crept in.

I didn’t know what to call it.

Guilt? Concern? Regret?

It sat in my chest like a stone.

"You took it too far," my wolf whispered.

I swallowed.

She was right.

I had taken it too far.

And what scared me most was not that I knew it but that I felt it. Deeply. Like slapping him had been a mistake I should never have made.

Why did it matter?

He was just a guard.

So why did it feel like I had hurt something fragile... something important?

I shook my head, annoyed at myself.

Get it together, Olivia.

I turned and went inside.

The children’s room was quiet when I entered. Liam was sitting up in bed, Leon and Leo beside him. They looked small. Too small for this much pain.

Liam looked up immediately.

"Mommy," he said softly.

I walked to the bed and sat beside them. Liam’s eyes dropped to his fingers twisting together.

"I’m sorry," he said. "For going to Daddy Lennox’s grave."

My heart clenched.

"I just wanted to see him," he added quickly. "Please don’t be hard on the guard. He was nice."

I smiled weakly, brushing his hair back. "I’m not angry with you, baby."

He looked at me carefully.

"I’m not stopping you from visiting Daddy," I said gently. "Never. But right now, you’re sick. When you’re better... we’ll go together. Okay?"

He nodded slowly. "Okay."

I kissed his forehead, then Leon’s, then Leo’s. They tried to smile.

It didn’t reach their eyes.

At four years old, they were already learning how to fake happiness.

That broke me more than anything else.

After settling them back down, I left the room quietly and returned to my own.

The door closed behind me.

Silence filled the space.

And against my will... my thoughts drifted back to him.

The way he had looked at Liam. The way his eyes had filled with tears at the grave. The way he had walked away without defending himself.

Why did it bother me?

I pressed a hand to my chest, confused and unsettled.

"Get a grip," I whispered to myself.

But my heart didn’t listen. It kept drifting to that guard...

I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet tapping restlessly against the floor.

I couldn’t relax.

No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, the feeling wouldn’t go away—this tight, restless pull in my chest, like something unfinished.

Like something I needed to fix.

"Maybe I should just say sorry," I whispered to the empty room.

Maybe I shouldn’t have hit him.

Maybe it was just my conscience.

Nothing more.

Yes. That had to be it.

I stood up before I could overthink it.

I left my room and walked down the corridor. A guard stood near the stairs.

"Where is Kaine’s room?" I asked.

The guard hesitated, then answered, "Second floor. East wing. Last door on the right, Luna."

"Thank you."

I turned and walked away before doubt could stop me.

I stopped in front of the door.

This is ridiculous, Olivia.

I raised my hand and knocked.

No response.

I frowned.

I knew he was inside.

I could feel him.

That presence again—strange and familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

"Kaine?" I called softly.

Nothing.

After a brief pause, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was empty.

Neat. Simple. Too clean. It made me remember Lennox—he was so obsessed with cleanliness and orderliness.

I sucked in a deep breath in pain and pushed the thought aside.

"Kaine?" I said again.

Then—

The bathroom door opened.

Steam drifted out first.

Then he stepped out.

Wrapped only in a towel.

Water still clung to his skin, running down his arms, his chest, and his shoulders. His hair was damp, darker than before, curling slightly at the ends. He froze the moment he saw me.

So did I.

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