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

couldn't believe he had carried

these years, he thought it came from me. It could have been kinder if the person who wrote this letter had plainly rejected him, but he or she didn't do that. Rather, they did something worse than

killed my

I could stop it. I covered my

poured out

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 back at me for my supposed words. This was why he went for

said he'd never

I couldn't stop crying.

now I was just bleeding all

just hurt me—it

understood what Lennox had been

they didn't come from

enough to make him

make him

up at Lennox, my vision

already bled dry a long time ago. But I could

she wrote that?" I

slightly. But it

I said those things

could ever… ever say

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

supposed

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

fast as tears filled my

fourteen. I was a kid. And he decided I

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

All because of this?

my hand trembling. It felt like it weighed a thousand

it?" I

her. That is her handwriting. And

wished I could just snap out of this act and tell him the truth—that this was never me—but

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

if 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

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