Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 161

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Louis‘ POV

A suffocating silence filled the room. None of us spoke. None of us even looked at each other. The air was heavy with guilt and pain–so thick it was hard to breathe.

Levi stood by the wall, both palms pressed flat against it, his head hung low like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He looked like a man torn between two impossible choices.

I turned my eyes to Lennox. He was at the window, arms folded tightly across his chest, his back turned to me. From the way his shoulders were stiff, I knew he was holding everything in–his anger, his pain, his

shame.

We didn’t need words to understand each other. Whatever they were feeling… I was feeling too. The regret. The confusion. The ache that came with losing

her.

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But we couldn’t keep standing here like this forever.

Someone had to speak. And since they wouldn’t, I did.

“I didn’t know you guys sent her a confession letter too,” I said quietly, breaking the silence.

Levi slowly raised his head, but didn’t turn.

Lennox didn’t even move.

“I thought I was the only one,” I continued. “I thought I was being smart. I saw how you both looked at her. I knew Lennox liked her… he always lit up when she was around. And Levi… you practically worshipped the ground she walked on.”

My voice cracked, just a little.

“And maybe that’s why I did it,” I admitted. “That’s why I wrote that letter to her without telling either of you. I was scared. Jealous. I didn’t want to lose her to either

of you.”

I laughed bitterly and shook my head. “But fate played us all, didn’t it? Because none of us knew… none of us had any idea… that we all sent our letters to her on

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the same damn day.”

I sighed and shook my head as regret filled my entire being. “And when I got that forged reply, I was pained. Those words in that letter almost made me hate you two,” I said, revealing a truth I never thought I’d tell

them.

When I got that forged letter, for days I hated my brothers… I hated that Olivia loved them and not me… it took serious self–reflection before I realized I

couldn’t hate my brothers for it.

But then it became confusing why they didn’t end up with her like I thought they would. Rather, they seemed to hate her. I was confused. Why did Olivia fall out with them, but Lennox and Levi refused to say anything? I racked my brain… trying to think of reasons they’d hate her, just like I did, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. But now it was clear… they also sent her a confession letter and got a brutal, forged rejection- just like me.

“I also almost hated you two,” Lennox finally spoke, his back still turned to me. “Those words in that letter

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made me want to compete with you both… but after much thought, I realized it wasn’t worth it. You’re my brothers, and it wasn’t your fault if Olivia wanted you two and not me…” He paused, sighed, and shook his head. “That letter… it felt off. Why didn’t I notice it? Why didn’t I take a critical look at it?” Lennox spat in regret and kicked a stool away.

A heavy sigh left Levi’s lips as he continued to face the wall. “When I first got the letter, I refused to believe it was our sweet, loving Olivia who said such things.”

He finally turned around, his eyes red and glossy, filled with everything he had held in for so long.

“I read it over and over again,” he said slowly. “Trying to convince myself that maybe… maybe I

misunderstood. Because the words were so cruel. Hurtful. Not like her at all.” He paused, his eyes dark with memory. “It shattered something in me.”

He walked slowly to the chair and sat down, burying his face in his hands. “What made me believe it was the handwriting… it was exactly hers. I had to pick out one of the funny notes she used to send me and

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cross–check. They were exactly the same. And that’s what made me believe. I’m such a fool.”

Lennox leaned against the window frame, the morning sun casting long shadows across his face. “I think we were all broken in our own way after those letters. I kept asking myself… why her? Why would she hurt me like that?” He turned his head slightly, just enough to look at us over his shoulder. “And the worst part? I didn’t even ask her. I didn’t confront her. I just… believed the lie.”