Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

DOMINIC’S POVEvelyn's expression tightened. “Dominic, please, not here. You’re making a scene. Let’s discuss this somewhere private,” she hissed through clenched teeth, still clinging to the illusion of control.But I didn’t let up. Not this time.“No,” I said firmly, my voice steel-edged. “You made the scene the moment you chose to manipulate the entire pack. The moment you turned my life, my choices, and the fate of everyone in this room into a carefully orchestrated lie.”I scanned the faces around us. The same Alphas and Lunas who once whispered in corners about my devotion to Evelyn were now witnessing the truth unravel before their very eyes.“You think hiding behind tears and painting yourself the victim would protect you? You thought people would never question the narrative you fed them. That I’d just go along with it. But you never considered what would happen if the truth surfaced.”I turned to the crowd, my voice unwavering.“Well, here it is.”Evelyn’s lip trembled. Her

OLIVIA’S POVIt was happening again.The hollow ache in my chest. The slow, familiar unraveling of my hope. The dizzying dance between belief and heartbreak that Dominic always seemed to trap me in. His eyes, his voice, the way he looked at me tonight—it was all pulling me in, only to abandon me in the same breath.Why did he still have this effect on me?The music swirled around the ballroom, but it barely reached me. My thoughts were louder than any melody, my heart heavier than any conversation. My mind replayed the events like a cruel reel: Evelyn’s pathetic display, Dominic’s silence, then his half-hearted defense of me, followed by their dance. A dance I had no business watching—but couldn’t tear my eyes away from.His hand on her waist. Her face lifted toward his, triumphant and cruel.I was a fool to think things would ever be different.Still, I stood my ground, dodging the scornful stares of the high-ranking Lunas who had once spat on my name and spat even more venom into th

OLIVIA’S POVThe warmth of the towel barely settled over my skin before Dominic had already sent someone to bring me a change of clothes—his choice, no less.I should’ve protested. Should’ve insisted on picking something myself or wearing anything but what he picked. But something in his gaze as he passed the bundle to the servant silenced me. It wasn’t controlled. It wasn’t dominance.It was a worry. Regret. Something quiet and heavy in his eyes.So, I changed.The dress was simple, elegant. A deep sapphire blue that contrasted with the paleness of my skin after the chill of the water. It hugged my figure in a way that made me feel both beautiful and oddly exposed. It was the kind of dress someone picks for you when they’ve memorized every detail of you—when they know how to make you feel seen. And of course, except Dominic, no one knows my body more than him.When I stepped out into the room, I caught him struggling—half-shirtless, seated on the edge of a velvet chaise, his jaw clen

OLIVIA’S POVThe warmth of Dominic’s fingers still lingered on my skin as we stepped out of the guest room together, dressed and ready to return to the heart of the banquet. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was charged. There were words still unsaid, emotions still too raw. But for now, we walked side by side, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't feel like I was walking into battle alone.Still, the moment we approached the grand ballroom again, reality set in. Eyes shifted toward us—curious, calculating, judging. The lights were too bright, the stares too many. But what struck me most was the way Derek's eyes met mine from across the room. He had been waiting. For me.I felt Dominic stiffen beside me. His hand brushed mine again, almost instinctively, like he didn’t want to let go. But I pulled away gently.“I came here with Derek,” I said softly. “It wouldn’t be right.”Dominic frowned. “You’re seriously worried about appearances now?”“I’m worried abou

OLIVER’S POVThe hallway was hushed, painted in soft gold from the antique sconces that lined the walls, the shadows deepening with every second I spent alone with him. The stillness was almost deafening after the chaotic noise of the auction and the banter between Dominic and Derek. I should have been angry. I should have been storming away.But I wasn’t.Instead, I stood there… letting the silence settle between us like dust on old memories. Dominic was quiet too, his eyes fixed on me as if trying to read the thoughts I was keeping buried.“You said you needed to talk,” I said softly, hugging myself.Dominic let out a breath and looked away for a moment, gathering his words. “I know I messed things up earlier with Derek, and I think I am always going to mess when it comes to you. And the auction… that wasn’t just about competing. It was about everything I’ve kept buried. Watching you walk in with someone else, even after everything that’s happened between us… it did something to me.