My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Chapter 362 BETRAYAL FROM BLOOD

SERAPHINA’S POV 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

My chest constricted so violently that I had to grip the edge of the mattress to remain upright, the room tilting around me with equal force.

No.

No.

I leaned closer to the screen, as if narrowing the distance might somehow undo what I was witnessing, as though proximity could fracture certainty.

But it didn’t.

My father had known the truth.

He had seen the footage. He had watched the proof that I hadn’t engineered that night, that the narrative forced onto me was incomplete at best and a deliberate lie at worst.

And instead of defending me, instead of confronting the lie...

He had purchased it.

He had buried it. Locked it away behind permissions and suppression codes.

He had watched me endure whispers and accusations, watched me shrink beneath the weight of a sin I did not commit, and chosen silence anyway.

Why?

The question echoed through me, hollow and endless.

Was Celeste’s reputation more important than my innocence?

Was preserving Frostbane’s image worth sacrificing me?

Did he just simply...hate me?

A wave of nausea rolled through me.

I pressed the spacebar, forcing myself to watch the file from the beginning.

I listened to the distorted voice once more, straining past the digital filter for the familiar inflections beneath it.

I had grown up listening to that voice carry across banquet halls and training fields. I had learned to read approval in its cadence, to brace myself for disappointment in its pauses.

And now—

My vision blurred.

With the way my life had unfolded prior, I hadn’t expected him to defend me.

For years, I’d convinced myself that he thought it was justified, that it wasn’t personal. That it had been politics, reputation management, damage control.

That he would never willingly disown me unless he didn’t think he had another choice. That I was collateral, not a target.

But this was personal. There was no way to justify this.

A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and unsteady, too loud in the empty room.

Just when I had begun to consider that maybe, just maybe, the hostility and disdain had all been in my head. That, deep down, my father had truly loved me in his own way.

The first tear fell before I realized I was crying. Then another followed, and another, until the screen dissolved into a wash of light and shadow.

That was when the door opened.

“Fun fact, the master bedroom is actually a lot more comfort—”

Kieran’s teasing tone cut off mid-sentence.

When I looked up at him, the grief pouring out of me must have been visible.

His expression changed instantly—panic, then concern.

He crossed the room in seconds.

“Sera.”

The sound of my name broke whatever fragile restraint I had left.

I stood—barely aware of my body moving—and stumbled into him.

He caught me before I could fall apart completely. His arms came around me, solid and unyielding.

I pressed my face into his chest and sobbed.

“I never imagined,” I choked, fingers twisting into his shirt, “I never imagined it would be him.”

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