Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Not Me

Chapter 141: Not Me

Olivia's POV

With trembling fingers, I reached into the envelope and pulled out the last paper.

It was folded neatly, like someone had taken their time with it. But the moment I touched it, I felt sick. Like something was wrong. Like my soul already knew this would hurt.

This was supposed to be my reply.

But I never wrote a reply.

Still, I unfolded it.

My eyes scanned the

And suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

No.

No, no, no.

This wasn't me. I didn't write this.

But the words… the words felt like knives. Every sentence hurt more than the former. They were mean. Cold. Cruel.

I couldn't believe anyone would say these things to Lennox. Not even someone who hated him.

But this letter—whoever wrote it—pretended to be me.

In this letter, I didn't just reject him. I hurt him… I tormented him. The words were words that could kill anyone… they were words that hit Lennox in all the wrong places. It was perfectly crafted to hurt him… perfectly crafted to kill and destroy him.

Tears filled my eyes.

I read it again, even though it broke my heart.

My hand started to shake. My knees felt weak. The letter slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.

He

had carried this pain in silence

been kinder if the person who wrote this letter had plainly rejected him, but he or she didn't do that. Rather, they did something worse

my loving

stop it. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold in

tears poured

monster to me, why he hated me… why he derived pleasure in causing me pain. All that was revenge—to get back at

never want me—not even over

I couldn't stop crying.

my heart had been ripped open, and now I was just bleeding all over the

letter… it didn't just hurt me—it destroyed

I truly understood what

down they didn't come from me… they still had my name on them. My handwriting. My

enough to make

to make him

up at Lennox, my

dry a long time ago. But I could feel

she wrote

flinched. Just slightly.

said those things to

I could ever… ever say something

heart pounding in my chest. I looked at

supposed

to come to me. If he really loved me like that

blinking fast

a kid. And he

even give me a chance.

All because of this?

my hand trembling. It felt

didn't write it?" I said. "What

"It was her. That is her handwriting. And see what

him turning into anger. I wished I could just snap out of this act and tell him the truth—that this was never me—but Lennox will never believe me. Rather, I will just expose myself and spoil my plan of

this and won't believe until I provide evidence that I didn't say all

if I wanted him to believe me… if I wanted to prove myself not guilty, I have to give proof. Proof that it wasn't me… that I never opened that box, that it got missing. I have to gather enough evidence so that when I tell him it wasn't me, he will have no choice but

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