He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 04

He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 04

I hurried to fix my mistake.

But Elias acted like nothing had happened.

“Got it. I’ll note no wasabi,” he nodded and said. He didn’t ask questions.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but something felt off.

The meal went easier than I’d expected.

Elias wasn’t overly talkative, but he kept the conversation smooth.

He listened, nodded, and smiled softly.

After that night, he asked me out often.

Dinners, walks, weekend art exhibit openings.

And Elara stopped caring about Elias. She was too busy.

She stayed at Jax’s place every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and headed to Mr. Vanderbilt’s company every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

She was a master at juggling them all, her schedule flawless.

One evening, after dinner, Elias suggested a walk in a nearby park.

I nodded and agreed.

The late April wind was warm, brushing my cheeks softly. Cherry blossoms fell in soft clouds around us.

He walked on my left, keeping pace with me, his stride calm and steady.

We chatted casually, the air light.

Suddenly he asked, his voice casual, “Where did you go to high school?”

I froze.

Panic shot through me. I quickly named the neighboring high school.

Elias stopped walking for a beat, his body tensing slightly. He just hummed and didn’t ask more.

We walked down a small path. Then I heard a familiar laugh—sweet, clingy, playful, unmistakably Elara.

I looked up and stiffened.

Elara was sitting on a guy’s lap on a bench, kissing him deeply, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Jax was young, the younger guy she always talked about.

His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close.

Elias stopped too. He saw them.

My heart jumped, but I told myself it was fine.

The real Elara was a stranger to him.

I was Elara to him. He had no reason to care.

I forced a light laugh. “Young people these days are pretty bold.”

No response.

I was about to say more when Elias spoke, his voice low and tight.

“What’s it to you?”

I stopped short, my smile dropping.

His tone was icy, barely controlled.

I didn’t reply, my throat tight.

I walked silently beside him.

He didn’t slow his pace until we were nearly out of the park.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, like the coldness had been my imagination.

“I snapped at you back there. That was unfair.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay.”

…

We went out more and more.

I thought I’d fully replaced Elara. I thought we were really dating.

Then I left work early to surprise Elara for her birthday, a small gift in my hand.

I realized how ridiculous I’d been.

Being a stand-in was the biggest mistake of all.