Olivia's POV
"I couldn't tell him…" Sofia whispered, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup.
My brows drew together, a mix of concern and curiosity swirling in my chest. "Why?"
She sighed deeply, her gaze falling to the table as if the truth weighed too much to look me in the eye. "First, he thinks he can't get a woman pregnant."
My eyes widened. "But your son—"
"Is his," she confirmed softly. "There's no doubt. But I never told him. I was too afraid of what it would mean for him… for us."
"And the second reason?" I asked gently.
Her shoulders slumped. "Because we're related."
That word hit harder than I expected. It's funny how I was also in this shit with the triplets.
"And the third?" I asked quietly, though I already knew.
She looked up at me, her brown eyes filled with a tired kind of sadness. "Our families have been at war for decades. Everything about us… screams we're not supposed to work."
I was silent, absorbing all of it.
