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

believe he had carried

came from me. It could have been kinder if the person who wrote this letter had plainly rejected

my

I could stop it. I covered my

tears poured out

pleasure in causing me pain. All that was revenge—to get back at me for my supposed

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

I couldn't stop crying.

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

didn't just hurt me—it

for the first time, I truly understood

didn't come from me… they still had my name on

enough to

make

Lennox, my vision blurry

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 could feel

she wrote

flinched. Just slightly. But it was

I said those things

ever… ever say

my chest. I

was supposed to ask

come to me. If he really loved me like that letter said… he

my jaw, blinking fast as tears filled my

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

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

All because of this?

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

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

And see what she said

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

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

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.

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