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 didn't say

had carried this

he got to read something like this—and worst of all, all these years, he thought it came from me. It could have been kinder if the person who wrote

my

before I could stop it. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to

tears poured

understood. Now I understood why Lennox became a monster to me, why he hated me… why he derived pleasure in causing me pain. All that was revenge—to get

why he said he'd never want me—not even over

I couldn't stop crying.

open, and now I was just bleeding all over the floor of

letter… it didn't just hurt me—it

understood what Lennox had been carrying

even though I knew deep down they didn't come from me… they still had my name on them. My handwriting. My necklace. My memories

was enough to make

to make him

up at Lennox, my vision

all this didn't hurt him anymore. Like he'd already bled dry a long

she wrote

flinched. Just slightly. But

said those things

ever say

in my chest. I looked

was supposed

he really loved me like that letter said… he should

fast as tears filled

kid. And he decided I was a monster

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

All because of this?

my hand trembling. It felt like it

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

handwriting. And see what she said about the

just snap out of this act and tell him the truth—that this was never me—but Lennox will

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

proof. Proof that it wasn't me… that I never opened that box, that it got missing. I have to gather enough evidence so

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