Olivia's POV
"Really?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Because of this? This is why you three tormented my life for four fucking years? Because of this lie?" I choked on the words, the tears finally breaking free.
No matter how hard I tried to hold them back, they kept coming. I couldn't stop.
It was painful—so painful—to realize they had hated me all these years over a letter I never even wrote.
Yes, the words in their letters were cruel. But how could they believe I could have written something like that?
How could a fourteen-year-old girl say such hurtful things to the people she worshipped?
How could they not know me?
Did they ever pay attention?
I practically adored them… every single one of them. And still, they thought I could say something so vile.
Weren't they supposed to ask me? To come to me and demand the truth?
But they didn't.
They just believed it. Hated me. Rejected me.
They made me suffer for a crime I didn't commit.
