Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Left

Hailee’s POV

"You will at least show us the picture of our father... if you don’t want us to meet him, at least let us see what he looks like," Oscar demanded.

Where I stood, I swallowed hard. Showing them the picture wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I actually didn’t even know which among the three men I loved is their father. I had sex with them in the space of a few hours, and I have no idea who their father was. But I can’t tell that to them. I can’t let them know I was basically a whore who slept with three different men in less than twenty-four hours.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t let them see me that way.

So I forced myself to breathe, to steady my voice even as my heart cracked in my chest. "Boys..." I whispered, my lips trembling. "I’ll show you a picture. But you must promise me something—promise me you won’t ask more than that right now."

Oscar’s green eyes narrowed, suspicious, sharp like Nathan’s. Oliver’s lips twisted. And Ozzy... Ozzy just watched me quietly, as if he could already see through me.

I turned away from their stares before they could burn me alive. My legs felt like lead as I crossed the room to the old trunk by the dresser. My hands shook as I dug through the scattered papers, old clothes, scraps of a life I’d tried too hard to forget.

At the very bottom, folded between a torn scarf and a cracked leather book, was a photo of Peter. My brother.

My throat closed. My stomach twisted with shame so sharp it almost made me sick. But I forced my hands to move. I forced myself to walk back to them.

"This is him," I said softly, holding the picture out with trembling fingers. "This is your father."

The three of them leaned closer. Oscar’s green eyes narrowed instantly. Oliver’s lips pressed together in a thin line. Ozzy tilted his head, studying the photo with those calm, too-knowing brown eyes.

"He looks... like you, Mama," Oliver finally whispered.

Oscar frowned harder, suspicion thick in his voice. "Too much like you. Are you sure?"

My lips wobbled into a smile I didn’t feel. "Yes. That’s how it was with us," I lied. The words tasted like ash. "That’s what we used to tease each other about—that he looked like me. That’s how we became lovers."

The lie sliced through me. Every word coated me in filth. I wanted to gag, to tear the photo into pieces, to scream the truth. But instead, I sat there, smiling weakly, pretending.

Inside, disgust flooded me, drowning me. Lying to my own sons. Staring into their bright, innocent eyes and feeding them falsehoods.

I had never hated myself more.

Oscar’s eyes lingered on the photo, sharp and curious, before he lifted his gaze back to me. "Can we keep it?" he asked quietly.

That hit me. My chest tightened, my throat burning. But I forced a nod, my voice low. "Yes... you can keep it. But now," I whispered, steadying myself, "we need to leave. Pack your things, quietly. Only what you need. Do you understand?"

They exchanged glances—silent, serious, too grown for their years—before nodding. "Alright, Mama," Oliver murmured.

My hands tightened around the wheel, my chest squeezing as the gates closed behind us. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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