All Chapters of My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DOMINIC’S POVI don’t remember how I made it back to my car after what I saw and after what I heard.Olivia—my Olivia—tenderly leaning over Derek, adjusting the bandage on his forehead with those gentle, precise fingers I remembered so well. Her brows creased in worry, her lips moving softly as she murmured something to him. I didn’t even have to hear the rest, those few words made it clear what my position is in her life right now. I could feel the care in every inch of her body, every touch. That was the same warmth she used to give me. The same tenderness she once used to bandage my wounds after a long patrol, a fight with rogues, a nightmarish battle. Back when I was her everything. When she used to see me as her everything, as if I was her whole world, but then I was the one who rejected her, I was the one who betrayed her and never appreciated her efforts.Now I was nothing but a ghost watching through a glass wall.My

OLIVIA’S POVThe hospital room smelled like antiseptic and faint pine. A reminder that even among healers and supernatural strength, pain still lingered—physical and emotional.Derek sat at the edge of the bed, tying the laces of his boots, already back in form. His stitches were mostly healed, the swelling had gone down, and the bruises—well, they’d be gone in another day or two.Being an Alpha had its perks.He caught me staring, and offered a small smile. “I’m not made of glass, Olivia.”I flinched, guilt tightening around my throat. “No. But you got hurt because of me.”He stood, stepping closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with frustrating gentleness. “I got hurt because Dominic let his pride get the better of him. That’s not on you.”But I couldn’t let it go that easily.“I shouldn’t have brought you into this. I knew what he’s capable of when jealous, and I still stood between you both like a fool.” My voice was low, regretful.Derek shook his head, resting a hand on

OLIVIA’S POVDominic left.Just like that.No confrontation. No explanation. Not even a glance in my direction.Did he really witness the kiss?If he had, wouldn't he have reacted? The Dominic I knew—the one who once ruled with passion and fury—would have lashed out, confronted us, and demanded answers. But this silence? It was unlike him.And yet, here I am, enveloped in a void of uncertainty.I should feel relieved. His absence should grant me the peace I've been craving. But instead, there's this gnawing emptiness, a hollow ache that refuses to be ignored.Why does his silence hurt more than any words he could have spoken?I find myself replaying moments in my mind—his lingering glances, the tension in his posture, the unspoken words hanging between us. Was there something I missed? A sign? A farewell?My heart is a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Guilt intertwines with confusion, longing dances with resentment. I chose to move forward, to embrace a future free from the chains

OLIVIA’S POVThe weight of the vial in my pocket felt unbearable now—far heavier than the tiny glass container should be. It pressed against my thigh like a curse, reminding me with every step of what I had discovered. The liquid inside shimmered faintly in the dim light of the hallway, a vile concoction that could shatter more than just Evelyn’s carefully constructed lies. It was evidence. Solid, damning proof of her betrayal. And I—of all people—held it.My fingers trembled as they brushed against the fabric of my coat, as if touching it might ignite the storm I was about to unleash. I should’ve felt empowered, triumphant even. But all I felt was dread. My stomach twisted in knots with every step I took toward Dominic’s study. This wasn’t just about Evelyn. It was about trust, betrayal, and the man who once broke my heart now claiming to love me.Dominic.Just the thought of him sent a jolt through my chest—an aching, confusing jolt I couldn’t name. We hadn’t spoken properly in days

OLIVIA’S POVMy phone buzzed just as I was finishing up organizing the last of the old letters I found in my mother’s drawer. The faint smell of parchment and lavender still lingered, tugging memories from places I wasn’t ready to visit yet. I wiped my hands on my jeans and glanced at the screen.Derek.A small smile tugged at my lips before I even answered.“Olivia,” his voice greeted me, smooth and lazy, like he’d been waiting for me to pick up just to make my name sound important.“Yes, Derek?”There was a pause. Then, a breath.“I have a very serious situation,” he said solemnly. “Life and death, almost.”I sat down on the edge of the bed, already half-laughing. “Let me guess. You ran out of hair gel?”He gasped. “You wound me, woman. But no. Worse.”“Oh no,” I teased. “Did your fangirl club finally find out you actually read poetry in your free time?”He chuckled lowly. “You joke, but I do. And it is sexy.”“You’re stalling.”“I’m building suspense.”I rolled my eyes but couldn’t