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 words.
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.
