Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
Chapter 103

Ximena's POV

I woke up early, quickly took a bath, brushed my teeth, and changed my clothes. My intention was to leave as soon as possible to arrive at work on time, finish early, and go home to my kids. Although it had only been one night, I already missed them dearly. I managed to get a little sleep last night, despite what happened. As I buttoned up my shirt, my hands slowed down as I recalled what had happened. Alexander had almost kissed me. If I hadn't stopped him when I did, he would have kissed me. He mentioned something about showing me his relationship with Emma, and his actions made it clear to me what he meant. They were in a romantic relationship. He seemed convinced that I was her last night. He must have really cared for her. What I didn't understand was whether they were in a relationship before he met his wife or after. All of this was incredibly confusing, and I desperately needed answers. My curiosity tripled after witnessing that moment.

Part of me actually wanted that kiss to happen. It felt strangely genuine and sincere. I felt an unprecedented closeness to him, and I believed we had a connection. However, my morals prevented me from continuing down that path. He was a married man, and I couldn't bring myself to be the other woman used for infidelity. Although Hailey was not the most pleasant person I have ever met, no woman deserved that. And it wasn't just with Alexander. I felt a similar connection with Julian and Philip. Initially, it was just a flicker of attraction, but as I grew closer to them, it intensified like a small flame. I had a sense that if I didn't extinguish that flame soon, it would turn into an uncontrollable wildfire.

Having made up my mind, I tucked in my shirt firmly. I decided that I would uncover everything on my own, without anyone's help. Once I treated Hailey, I was certain I would never have contact with the Martinez family again, and I could finally put all of this behind me. I picked up my bag and headed outside. It was still dark, and most people were still asleep. I chose to take a walk while I waited. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to everyone or collecting my car keys.

The air was still chilly from the rain the previous day. I continued walking absentmindedly until I stopped in front of what appeared to be an abandoned building. I stared at it with curiosity. Something inside me urged me to take a closer look. I approached the front door, wondering why such a beautiful building had been left deserted. The door was locked, but that wouldn't stop me from going in. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching before kicking the door, breaking it open with a loud bang. If I were caught, it could be considered breaking and entering. Only if I was caught. I was only going in to pass the time.

As soon as I stepped inside, something flashed before my eyes, and I immediately felt a headache. It was still dark, so I used my phone's light to guide me and searched for the power switch. After some time, I found it and turned on the lights. The house suddenly became illuminated. I looked around, finding a place completely covered in dust and cobwebs. Curiosity led me upstairs, where I slowly pushed open the first door. Stepping inside, I felt as if I had been transported to an entirely different world.

The dusty room transformed into a clean one, and I heard Hailey's voice, bringing me back to reality. I glanced toward the bed and saw her lying there with the triplets. I couldn't see their faces clearly or hear their voices, but I knew it was them. I felt confused. Wasn't Hailey married to Alexander? Why was she in such a situation with all of them? The scene suddenly changed, and Alex was with another girl whom he called Emma. I tried to focus and see the girl's face, but my efforts were in vain. As I approached them, the images disappeared, and I found myself back in the dusty room where I started.

I gasped in shock and quickly left the room. Now I knew that the triplets were in a romantic relationship with both Emma and Hailey. Descending the stairs, I intended to leave, but the creaking of a door caught my attention. My doctor had told me that revisiting my old home or meeting people from my past could trigger my lost memories, and that's exactly what was happening. This was my former residence. Taking a deep breath, I followed the sound, abandoning any thoughts of leaving. I realized I was walking toward what appeared to be a basement, but as I got closer, I noticed a small door leading to a room. I pushed it, and it creaked open.

Inside, I witnessed a girl whimpering and groaning in pain. She was bruised and bloodied, covered in scars. Suddenly, someone else burst into the room and mercilessly beat her. She screamed and pleaded for him to stop, but he ignored her cries. Others stood behind him, laughing at her torment. Her suffering tugged at my heartstrings. It was clear that she would die if the beating continued. I knew I had to intervene. "Stop," I mumbled in an attempt to help her, but my voice was too low to be heard.

"Stop it!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, and the whipping abruptly ceased. The blurry faces vanished from the room. I hurried over to the girl, who was panting weakly.

"I just want all of this to end. Will the pain go away if I die?" she asked. I stared into her eyes, shocked. Her piercing gray eyes, filled with tears, stared back at me. Her blurry face suddenly became clear, and I recoiled in shock. It was me. The girl being whipped was an exact likeness of myself. I groaned as a rush of emotions and memories flooded over me, overwhelming me like a gushing tap. I felt the pain she had been feeling in my body, and my head throbbed as if it were splitting in two.

"Freya, what's happening?" I mentally yelled, wracked with agony. I clutched my aching head in my hands.

"It seems we're regaining our lost memories," she replied. I grabbed my bag and fled from the room. It was too much to bear. It felt like I was reliving my past all over again. However, the moment I stepped into the living room, it became even worse. The memories rushed in, and I could finally recognize everyone's faces and hear their voices.

"Useless omega."

"Whip her!"

"Do you think you can escape? You'll never get out until you've repaid your worthless parents' debts."

"No one loves you. Even your parents had to abandon you."

I fell to my knees, clutching my head as the voices grew louder.

"We like you, and we want to be with you forever. You'll always be our mate."

"They don't love you. They're just using you until they get bored. Don't be foolish."

"Get out of our house!"

"I don't want you to get hurt, Emma. I hope you're certain about your decision."

John, Alex, Julian, Philip, and Hailey. Their voices echoed in my head incessantly. Slowly, I released my grip on my head. I might not have remembered everything completely, but I remembered enough to realize that I was indeed Emma. "You are Emma, and I'm Lea. We've finally remembered our true identity," Freya exclaimed excitedly. I removed my hands from my head and brushed off the dust from my clothes. I stood up calmly. My aching head had calmed down a bit.

"What's wrong? You don't seem excited," she asked, concerned. Ignoring her, I walked out of the door. I halted in surprise when I came face to face with the triplets. They sighed with relief upon seeing me.

"We thought you had left. What are you doing here?" Philip asked. I stared at them, but all I felt was pain, resentment, betrayal, and hurt. I had trusted them multiple times with everything I had. I was even willing to bear with the pain and torment of everyone just to be with them but what did I have to show for it? But, not anymore. I refuse to be that foolish girl who loved them selflessly again.

"I'm Ximena, and you are Lea," I firmly stated to my wolf.

"What? We've just regained our memory. That's not who we are," she replied, puzzled.

"That's who we are now," I retorted.

"Ximena, are you okay? You look pale," Julian inquired with concern. Alexander stood silently, waiting for my response.

"Is this how you take care of your guests and show concern for them, or am I just different?" I muttered coldly.