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.

move. He didn't say

couldn't believe he had carried this pain

have been kinder if the person who wrote this

my

sob slipped out before I could stop it. I covered my mouth with my hand,

poured

pain. All that was revenge—to get back at me for my supposed words. This was why he went for Anita, my best friend—to flirt with

never want me—not even

I couldn't stop crying.

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

just hurt me—it destroyed

time, I truly understood what Lennox had been carrying

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

to make

to make him

at Lennox, my vision

didn't hurt him anymore. Like he'd already bled dry a long time ago. But

really believed she wrote that?" I

Just slightly.

I said

say something like that to

my chest. I looked at him, my heart

supposed

really loved me like that letter

my jaw, blinking fast

he decided I was

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

All because of this?

trembling. It felt like it

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

scoffed. "It was her. That is her handwriting. And see what she said about the

for him turning into anger. I wished I could just snap out of this act and tell him the truth—that

is so convinced that I did this and won't believe until I

opened that box,

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