Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: The Unexpected Visitor

Olivia’s POV

They all took their seats, and even though every part of me wanted to look at them, I forced myself not to. I focused only on the boys, pretending the others weren’t there.

"Mom, will you have breakfast with us tomorrow?" Leo asked softly.

I nodded without hesitation. "Yes, darling. I will have breakfast with you every morning. I won’t miss it for anything."

A big, bright smile spread across Leo’s face as he returned to his food.

But it didn’t end there.

"When will this break be over?" Liam suddenly asked.

The room went quiet.

I swallowed hard.

Louis stopped moving.

Levi froze.

Even Lennox’s breathing seemed to slow.

I looked at Liam. Really looked at him.

Those innocent eyes didn’t understand bonds, pain, or betrayal. He just knew his family felt broken.

"Soon," I said softly. "Not too long."

"How long is soon?" Leon asked.

My chest tightened.

"Long enough for everyone to feel better," I replied gently. "Sometimes grown-ups need time to fix what’s hurting inside."

Liam frowned. "But Daddy is here now. So why are you still leaving?"

The question hit straight into my heart.

I reached across the table and took his small hand. "Because sometimes love hurts before it heals."

None of them understood that.

But they nodded anyway.

"Are you going to stop loving us?" Leo asked suddenly, fear trembling in his voice.

I sucked in a sharp breath. "Never," I said quickly. "Never, ever. You are my heart. You are my life."

"Mom," Liam whispered. "Do you still love Daddies?"

The table went so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat.

"Mom," Liam whispered, his little fingers tightening around his spoon, "do you still love Daddies?" he asked again.

My breath caught.

I looked at them.

All three of them.

Their wide, scared eyes. Their small faces filled with worry.

"Yes," I said softly. "I do. I love your daddies. I always will."

Relief rushed through them so much it was so obvious.

Leo smiled.

Leon relaxed.

Liam let out a small breath, like he had been holding it in for too long.

"Okay," he said quietly, and went back to his food.

And just like that, the tension lifted.

We ate.

We talked about school.

About what Leo wanted to draw.

About what Leon wanted for lunch.

About how Liam wanted to race his friends.

For a few minutes, it almost felt normal.

When breakfast was done, I walked them out to the car myself. I fixed their jackets. Straightened their hair. Kissed their cheeks one by one.

"I’ll see you later," I told them softly.

"We love you, Mom," Leon said.

"I love you too," I whispered.

The door closed.

The car pulled away.

And just like that... the boys were gone to school.

I stood there for a moment, watching the road until the car disappeared.

Then I felt it—a familiar presence.

The familiar pull of magic wrapped around me, and a second later, I was standing in Calvin’s living room.

Adrian was already there.

He was seated on the couch, calm and composed, dressed in a simple but expensive-looking suit. When he saw me appear, he rose to his feet and offered a polite smile.

"Luna Olivia," he said, inclining his head slightly.

I didn’t return the smile.

"What is the purpose of this unexpected visit?" I asked, walking past him and sitting down across from him.

He hesitated for a moment before sitting back down.

"I wanted to see you," he said simply.

I crossed my arms. "Let me stop you right there."

He looked up, surprised by my tone.

"I know what you want," I said, my voice firm. "And I’m not interested. I’m a mother of three. I have my mates. Our relationship is struggling, yes, but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving them or that I’m looking for someone else."

My tone was rude as I spoke, but I didn’t back down.

"I’m not available," I continued. "Not emotionally. Not mentally. Not in any way."

Adrian didn’t interrupt me.

He just listened.

When I was done, he nodded slowly.

"I understand," he said calmly. "And for the record, I didn’t come here to ask you to date me."

That caught me off guard.

I frowned slightly. "Then why are you here?"

"My daughter," he replied quietly.

I blinked. "Your... daughter?"

"Yes," he said. "She’s six. And she hasn’t spoken since her mother died."

My heart skipped.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked carefully, confused.

Adrian leaned forward, his eyes serious now.

"She saw you last night at the villa," he said. "And for the first time in three years... she spoke."