Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619: Regrets

Lennox’s POV

I stood there, staring at the empty space she had left behind, my chest tight, my fingers slowly curling into fists like I was holding myself together.

The room still smelled like her.

Still felt like her.

And it hurt.

I wanted to run after her.

I wanted to grab her hand before she could get too far and tell her the truth — that I didn’t want this break, that I didn’t want distance, that I didn’t want a single second of life without her.

I wanted to tell her that even though we were broken, I still wanted to fight for us. That I would crawl through hell if it meant keeping her.

But I didn’t move.

Because somewhere deep inside, I knew she was right.

We weren’t just hurt.

We were shattered.

And shattered people don’t know how to love without cutting each other open.

We kept hurting her.

Even when we were trying to protect her.

Even when we were trying to love her.

So I stayed still and let her go, even though it felt like ripping my own heart out.

The silence she left behind was heavy. Thick. Loud.

Louis was the first to break it.

"Are we really going to let this happen?" he asked quietly, his voice rough. "Are we just going to stand here and watch her walk away?"

I turned to him.

"Yes," I said. My voice was low, but it didn’t shake. "We are."

Louis stared at me like I’d just said something impossible.

"But—"

"She asked for this," I cut in before he could finish. "And for once, we’re going to respect what she wants. Not what we want. Not what makes us feel better. What she needs."

His mouth opened, then closed. His jaw tightened like he was biting back everything he wanted to scream.

I could see it on his face.

The fear.

The panic.

The helplessness.

Because letting her walk away felt like losing her all over again.

Slowly, my gaze shifted past him.

To Levi.

He hadn’t said a word since Olivia left. He hadn’t even lifted his head. He just stood there, staring at the floor like the weight of everything he had done was finally crushing him.

He looked smaller somehow.

Not like an Alpha.

Not like the man who used to stand tall and fearless.

But like someone who didn’t know how to live with his own mistakes.

Guilt was carved into his face.

Shame.

Regret so deep it was eating him alive.

"Levi," I said quietly. "Are you okay?"

He laughed under his breath, bitter and empty. "Okay?" he whispered. "How can I be okay?"

He looked down at his hands like he didn’t even recognize them. "Do you even know the things I’ve done? The lies I told? The choices I made?"

"I do," I said. "I know."

He shook his head slowly. "I don’t feel like myself anymore, Lennox. I became someone I hate."

"You can change," I told him. "You’re not beyond saving."

He looked at me, his eyes tired and broken. "I don’t even know who I am anymore."

Then he turned and walked away.

Just like that.

Louis watched him go and shook his head. "Olivia was right," he said quietly. "I let Levi control everything. I stood there like a lost puppy instead of an Alpha."

I shook my head. "You’re not weak, Louis."

"It feels like I am."

"You’re hurting," I said. "That doesn’t make you weak."

He didn’t answer.

I turned and left too.

I went back to my room.

Not the guard room.

My room.

The one that used to be filled with laughter. With love. Now it felt empty.

I walked to the window and stared outside as memories rushed in.

Olivia smiling at me.

Her arms around my neck.

The boys calling me Daddy.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Not like this.

Not with distance.

Not with silence.

I pressed my hand against the glass, my chest aching.

"We were supposed to have a happy ending," I whispered.

But all we had now...

Was pain.

I pressed my palms to my face.

I had survived death.

I had survived betrayal.

I had survived being buried alive.

But this...

This was worse.

"Did I let you go too easily?" I whispered to the empty room.

I replayed the moment in my head again and again.

She asked for space.

I said okay.

Just like that.

No fight.

No argument.

No desperate please don’t leave me.

My breath caught.

"That doesn’t mean I don’t love you," she added quickly. "I love you more than anything in the world. But sometimes grown-ups need space to feel better. Also, you can come with me if you want."

My stomach dropped.

This wasn’t the plan.

The plan was for the boys to stay here... where they were safe... where they belonged... and she would teleport to see them.

Not this.

Liam frowned. "Mom... what does that mean?"

Olivia reached out and touched his cheek. "It just means I might not sleep here every night. But you can be with me."

Liam’s eyes filled with panic.

He suddenly jumped off the couch and ran straight to me, throwing his arms around my legs.

"No!" he cried. "I don’t want to go! I just got Daddy back!"

My heart shattered.

I knelt down and wrapped my arms around him. "Hey... hey, it’s okay," I whispered. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."

Leo and Leon looked between me and Olivia, their small faces tight with confusion. They didn’t know who they were supposed to choose.

It felt cruel and heartbreaking.

I slowly stood and looked at Olivia.

"We need to talk," I said quietly.

She hesitated, then nodded.

We stepped out into the hall, away from the boys.

The moment the door closed behind us, the tension snapped.

"This wasn’t the plan," I said. "They were supposed to stay here."

"I know," she replied softly. "But I’m worried about them."

"Worried about what?" I asked. "You can see them anytime. You can teleport. They don’t have to leave their home."

"They’re already scared," she said. "They’ve lost you once. Now they see us breaking apart. I don’t want them feeling abandoned again."

My chest tightened. "Olivia, taking them away won’t fix that."

"You don’t understand—"

"I do," I cut in gently but firmly. "And that’s why I’m saying no."

She stared at me. "No?"

"You can’t take them," I said. "They just got me back. They need stability. They need their home."

Her eyes filled with frustration. "So I’m just supposed to walk away alone?"

"No," I said. "You’re supposed to heal without tearing them apart in the process."

Silence stretched between us.

"They’re my children too," she whispered.

"And they’re mine," I replied softly. "We have to think about them, not just us."

She looked away, biting her lip.

"It’s final," I said quietly. "They stay."

Her shoulders fell.

"Fine," she said after a long moment. "I’ll go talk to them."

She turned and walked back toward the sitting room.

I stood there, my heart racing.

This break was already hurting them.

And we had only just begun.