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.