Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Something odd

Olivia’s POV

​The next morning, I stood in the living room feeling uneasy. Lennox was bringing his mate home just after he had met her yesterday.

​The front doors swung open, and I froze. I expected to see a woman on a stretcher—someone pale and sick, someone who looked like she was actually the cause of Lennox’s sudden agony.

​But when Lennox walked in, he was supporting a woman who looked radiantly healthy. She was beautiful, with glowing skin and bright-green eyes that didn’t look like they had ever seen the inside of a hospital wing. She leaned into him, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his arm, and Lennox was looking at her with a focus that made my stomach turn into knots.

​"Lennox?" I whispered, my voice sounding small in the vast foyer.

​Before he could answer, a team of medical orderlies followed them in, pushing heavy, high-tech machines and rolling IV poles. It looked like they were moving an entire intensive care unit into our home.

​"What is going on?" I asked, my voice rising with a mix of confusion and mounting dread. "You said she was sick, but she... she looks fine. Why is all this equipment being brought into the house?"

​Lennox stopped, his expression blank. He didn’t even look at me; he kept his eyes on the woman. "She has a condition that flares up internally, Olivia. Just because she looks healthy doesn’t mean she isn’t dying inside."

​He tightened his grip on her waist. "She will be receiving her treatments in my room. From now on, that wing is off-limits to everyone except the medical staff and my brothers. I need to focus on her."

​Without another word, he guided her toward the stairs. I watched them go—the man I loved, the father of my children, walking away with a stranger to the bedroom we used to share.

​I felt a hand on each of my shoulders. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Louis and Levi.

​"Olivia," Louis said softly, his voice trembling with a forced calm. "Let’s leave. Just for a while. Let’s take the boys on a trip. We can go to the cabin by the lake, or even out of the country. Just us. We’ll have fun, and the kids won’t have to see... any of this."

​"Yeah," Levi added, his grip on my shoulder tightening as if he were trying to hold me together. "It’ll be good for you. For all of us. Let’s pack the bags now and be gone by sunset."

​I looked at them, then back at the stairs where the last of the medical monitors was being wheeled out of sight. I knew what they were doing. They were trying to shield me. They wanted to hide the betrayal behind a curtain of vacations and distractions so I wouldn’t have to hear the sounds of him tending to another woman in the next room.

​I pulled away from them, wiping the tears from my cheeks with a sudden, fierce resolve.

​"No," I said, my voice cold and firm.

​"Olivia, please—" Louis started.

​"I said no," I snapped, turning to face them. "I know you’re trying to protect me, and I know you want me to look away, but I’m not going anywhere. This is my home."

​I looked up at the stairs.

​"If he wants to bring another woman into this house and treat her like a queen while I’m still standing, then he’s going to have to look me in the eye every single day and see exactly what he’s throwing away. I’m not running, and I’m not hiding. I’m staying right here." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

​Hours later, I couldn’t sit in the living room and pretend this was normal. Every time the heavy thud of a medical machine moved across the ceiling above me, it felt like a hammer hitting my chest. I waited until I saw Louis and Levi go toward the kitchen, then I slipped up the stairs.

​I didn’t knock. I couldn’t. This was my room too—or it had been until yesterday.

​I pushed the heavy oak doors open and froze. The scene was chaotic. The beautiful woman was sitting in a chair by the window, idly scrolling through her phone, looking perfectly fine. But Lennox—he was slumped on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. His skin wasn’t just pale; it was gray. Sweat soaked through his shirt, and his breathing was shallow—a terrifying rattling sound coming from his chest.

​"Lennox?" I gasped, rushing forward.

​He flinched, his head snapping up. His eyes were bloodshot, the dark circles under them looking like bruises. "Olivia? What are you doing here?" he rasped, his voice barely a ghost of itself. "I told you... you should knock. This wing is restricted."

​"Lennox, you look like death," I whispered, reaching out to touch his forehead, but he flinched away from my hand. "Why do you look so pale? You look worse than she does! Why aren’t the machines on her?"

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