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 didn't say

he had carried this

believe 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

my

I covered my mouth with my hand,

poured

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

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

I couldn't stop crying.

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

didn't just hurt me—it destroyed

for the first time, I truly understood

even though I didn't write those words, 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

to make him

make him

Lennox, my vision blurry with

all this didn't hurt him anymore. Like he'd already bled dry a long time ago. But I could feel it. I could feel his pain like

really believed she wrote

flinched. Just slightly. But

believed I said those things to

could ever… ever say something like that to

in my chest.

was supposed to

come to me. If he really

my jaw, blinking fast as tears

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

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

All because of this?

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

I said. "What if it was someone

handwriting. And see what she said

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

won't believe until I provide

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

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