Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 140: His Letter

Chapter 140: His Letter

Olivia's POV

Lennox led me to his room. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting me go in first. I was nervous. My steps were slow and unsure. I had no idea what he was about to show me, but I could feel it was going to be something

I turned just in time to see him walk in after me and close the door gently behind us.

He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at me. He just walked across the room, not to the usual safe—the one where he kept my father's papers—but to a different part of the room. He stopped in front of a painting on the wall and slid it aside, revealing another safe hidden behind it.

This safe looked newer. More private.

He typed in a code, his fingers moving with practiced ease. I heard the low beep, then the mechanical click as the safe unlocked.

He opened it, and after a moment of stillness, he reached inside and pulled out a thick, sealed envelope. It looked old. Handled. Important. He stared at it for a second too long, as if whatever it contained was too heavy to hand over.

Then, silently, he turned around and extended it toward me.

My breath caught.

"Take it," he said, his voice low.

I hesitated before walking closer. When I was finally close enough, I reached out and took the envelope from his hand, brushing my fingers against his.

"What's inside?" I asked in a small voice.

Lennox sighed. "I never wanted anyone to see it," he said in a low voice, but I could feel his pain… I could feel the hurt in his voice.

"I don't know why I'm showing this to you," he said, and I swallowed hard. What could really be inside here? What did I really do without knowing? Did I hurt him and his brothers without knowing? At that moment, I searched my memory, but I can't remember doing anything to amount to such level of hate for me.

not to come out of my act. I still remember that I have to pretend I have

"Of what happened. Of what she

the envelope

it," he

trembling fingers, I started

I searched everywhere, but it vanished. So how did Lennox end up with it?I wanted to ask Lennox

before he nodded, his eyes fixed on the gold necklace in my hand. "It was a gift I gave to her on her eleventh birthday, but she returned it to me," he said, and my eyes widened. What does he mean that I returned

to him,

envelope again, still holding the necklace in my other hand. My heart beat faster, like it already knew what was coming

piece of paper—slightly yellowed, carefully kept, like something precious. My eyes flicked up to Lennox, and for the first time since I opened the envelope, I saw something shift in his expression. He drew in a slow, deep breath. His

the letter I wrote to her," he said softly,

at the paper and slowly opened

knocked the air out of

HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY, OLI.

OLDER BROTHER FIGURE I PROMISED MYSELF I'D BE THE DAY I FIRST HELD YOU AS A PUP AND

FAILED MISERABLY AT

GIRL I PROTECTED AND BECAME THE GIRL I WATCHED FROM A DISTANCE, TERRIFIED OF WHAT I FELT. I FOUGHT IT. SPIRITS, I FOUGHT IT HARDER THAN I'VE EVER FOUGHT ANYTHING. I'VE ALWAYS SHARED EVERYTHING WITH MY

YOU LAUGH. I HATED HOW SMALL

DIDN'T WANT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. BUT I

IN RETURN. I KNOW I'M OLDER. I KNOW THIS IS TOO MUCH. YOU'RE JUST FOURTEEN. YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING. BUT

YOU FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL, EVEN JUST A LITTLE… WRITE BACK.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA.

HOPE TODAY, YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE.

—LENNOX

I read it again.

And again.