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.

didn't move. He

he had carried this pain

came from me. It could have been kinder if the person

killed my

could stop it. I covered my

tears poured out

to me, why he hated me… why he derived pleasure in causing me pain. All that was revenge—to get back at me for my supposed words. This

he said he'd never want me—not

I couldn't stop crying.

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

didn't just hurt

the first time, I truly understood what Lennox had been carrying all

even though I knew deep down they didn't come from me… they

was enough to make

to make

at Lennox, my vision blurry with

there, cold and still, like all this didn't hurt him anymore. Like he'd already bled dry a long time ago. But I could feel it. I

believed she wrote

flinched. Just slightly.

I said those

ever say something like

swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at him,

supposed to ask

he really loved me like that letter said…

my jaw, blinking fast

fourteen. I was a kid. And he decided I was a monster because of

my head. He didn't even give me a chance. He just hated me. Hurt me. Played

All because of this?

the letter up, my hand trembling. It felt like it weighed a

I said. "What if it was someone

handwriting. And

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

I did this and won't believe

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

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