Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: How?

Hailee’s POV

For a moment, the room was so quiet I could hear the soft beeping of the heart monitors. My boys, my three beautiful sons, stared at me with wide, confused eyes, each of them looking for answers I didn’t know how to give.

Then Ozzy’s small, trembling voice broke the silence.

"Mom," he said slowly, frowning. "How... how can we have three different fathers?"

My heart stopped.

I froze, my throat closing up. The question hung heavy in the air, cruel in its innocence. How was I supposed to explain something so dark, so shameful, to my own children? They were only ten. They didn’t deserve to carry my mistakes.

"Ozzy..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

They all waited, three pairs of eyes, three pieces of my heart, staring at me like strangers.

I looked down, my hands shaking. "It’s complicated," I said finally. "You wouldn’t understand right now."

Oscar, always the sharp one, tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady and too mature for his age. "Mother," he said quietly, his tone calm but piercing. "Did you have sex with them at close range?"

His words hit like a slap.

"Oscar!" Nathan barked, shocked.

But Oscar didn’t flinch. He just kept staring at me, waiting, his mind already putting the pieces together.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

And that silence, that heavy, dreadful silence, was all the confirmation they needed.

Oscar’s brows furrowed. He looked down, then back at me, hurt flickering across his young face. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Oliver clenched his fists. His voice shook with anger. "You lied to us," he said sharply. "You always said our dad was dead."

Tears blurred my vision. "Oliver, please—"

"No!" he shouted, his small voice cracking. "Don’t lie again, Mom!"

The room filled with tension. Nathan wanted to speak, his jaw tight, but before he could say anything, Frederick spoke.

"That’s enough," he said firmly, stepping beside me. His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried authority that made everyone freeze. He looked at my sons, his expression calm but serious. "Your mother loves you. Everything she did was to protect you."

Ozzy turned to him, tears in his eyes. "Protect us? From what?" he demanded. "From our fathers?"

"No," Frederick said softly.

"Then from who?" Ozzy shot back, his small voice trembling with emotion. "If they’re not monsters, then what were you protecting us from? Don’t we deserve to know them? Don’t we deserve the truth?"

His words cut straight through me.

"Ozzy—" I started, but he shook his head.

Oscar’s tone was quiet now, but it hurt more than shouting. "You always said love was honest," he said, eyes down. "But you didn’t tell us the truth. You lied every single day."

Oliver’s eyes filled with tears, but his anger burned through them. "Were we mistakes?" he choked. "Is that why you hid us?"

"No!" I cried instantly, taking a step toward them. "You are not mistakes! You’re my life, my everything—"

"Then why did you lie?" Oliver yelled, his voice breaking. "Why didn’t you tell us?"

"I was scared!" I finally screamed, the words bursting out of me. "I was scared of losing you! Of losing all of you!"

My voice cracked. My body shook. "You don’t know what it was like. I had nothing, no one! And when I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t even know which one of them was the father. I just... I just wanted to protect you from the chaos that comes with their world."

The boys didn’t speak. Their faces were pale, stunned, processing everything.

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