He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 11

He Said I Was NOBODY, But Now He’s Begging For My Love Letter Chapter 11

A month later, my company offered a work secondment. 

It was to a smaller city in the South–not far, but far enough 

to escape. 

When my supervisor asked who wanted to go, I replied immediately. 

“I do.” 

I packed my bags over a few days. Elara came home 

unusually early. 

She leaned in my doorway, watching me pack, face 

conflicted. 

“You’re really leaving?” 

“Yeah.” 

“How long?” 

“Not sure. Depends how it goes.” 

She remained silent for a moment. 

Suddenly she walked over and hugged me from behind. 

Her chin rested on my shoulder. “What am I gonna do 

without you?” 

I froze mid–pack. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Who’s gonna eat Maple Street oatmeal with me? Who’s 

gonna leave the light on when I come home late? Who’ll listen to me complain about guys?” 

I smiled but didn’t answer. 

She held me for a long time. My shoulder started to ache 

from her weight. 

“Lila,” she said, using my full name. 

“Yeah?” 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

I smiled, somewhat surprised. 

“Why would you think that?” 

I shook my head. “I’m not.” 

It had been so long. 

“Then why are you leaving?” 

I thought for a second. “I want to try something new in 

another city.” 

Elara pulled away. 

She opened her mouth, then sighed. “Text me when you get 

there.” 

“Okay.” 

She didn’t come to see me off on moving day. 

She said she had a date and couldn’t skip it. 

I understood. 

She never changed her plans for anyone. 

Not even me. 

Life in the new city was simpler than I thought. 

The company apartment was small, but it felt safe and 

comfortable. 

left at 8 a.m. and came home at 7 p.m.. 

On weekends, I shopped at the local supermarket or binged shows on my couch. 

No one knew me here. 

In June, I went to a play alone and met a guy. 

His name is Owen. 

He was around my age, and we clicked right away. 

Owen asked me to explore Southfield with him on weekends. He always found cool little hidden spots. 

It felt good. 

Really good. 

I thought life would stay quiet like this. 

Then one morning on the subway, I saw a familiar name 

trending. 

My fingers went cold. 

I tapped it. 

Photos and chats flooded my screen–too many to process. 

Elara with different guys, flirty messages, overlapping dates. 

Everything was exposed online. 

The original poster didn’t show their face. 

The headline read: [Real–life player queen caught dating 

seven people at once after meeting online.]