BTL: 2

"You are the heiress?" Elara asked, letting out a long laugh. She was angry to meet her boyfriend with a woman, but it amused her that this woman was pretending to be the woman she hid from Micah all these years.

She did not want anyone going after her for her family money and influence but for who she was. "But I hear that no one knows what she looks like, so how can we be sure that you are the one?" Elara followed with continuous laughter. She was sure that her siblings would have a field day with this information if they got to hear it.

Her father had been the expert at keeping his children away from the public and had only introduced her brother Ronan when he was twenty years old to the media because he said he had to learn the ropes of the business.

Since Elara stayed hidden from the press, it was easier for her to live a life of freedom. "Are you saying that I am lying?" Zara asked, shifting on her feet uncomfortably.

"Of course not; how can I call you an impersonator?" She asked, a teasing smile on her lip. "However, you being a Quinn does not change the fact that you are with my man," she added.

"With your man?" Zara turned to Micah with a pout on her face, and she frowned slightly.

"Boo, I thought we were getting married."

"Married?"

"You are getting married? To her?" Hearing Zara speak, she was suddenly jolted back to the reality of why she was standing there.

She had gotten all glammed up to come here to catch him cheating in the act and had gotten carried away by Zara's ridiculous claim.

"We are getting married," Zara sighed and went to hold him by the arm.

"Micah? What is she saying?" Elara asked, turning her head slowly at him.

"Don't you understand what I am saying?" Zara asked, laughing. "She really is slow," she added, laughing and hitting Micah's hand.

"I am slow." Elara was in pain because she had caught her boyfriend obviously cheating, and both parties did not seem to think that they were wrong about it. "Are you saying that I am slow?"

The confidence she had stomped in here with was slowly depreciating, and she felt naked as if she were being stripped. She turned her eyes from side to side as she watched the eyes that once had admiration for her were now full of pity.

"So humiliating," she heard someone whisper; at that moment, she just wished the ground would open up and swallow her up. This was not how she expected this to go; she would confront him about cheating, and he would tell her that it was a mistake and he was coming back to her. She did not think he would be proud of his sins.

"We are not married, so I do not know why you are making a fuss," Micah said. His words were so laced with hurt that she felt it dragging through her soul.

"But we are supposed to get married and have a great family," she muttered, looking down at her hands. She was clutching her bag in one hand and the other hand still held onto the plate.

"Wait, did you ever think I would get married to you?"

"But..."

"Oh my gosh, that is so funny. I mean, what makes you think that I will leave Zara Quinn and get married to you? A nobody?" She had thought he was being mean earlier; his words were getting worse and worse with everything that came out of his mouth.

"So you are leaving me because she is a Quinn?" Elara asked as she thought of how he would react if he got to know that she was the legitimate heiress of the Quinn and not this imposter standing here.

"Wouldn't you do the same?" he asked.

She wondered how she had never seen it before now, how she had been blind to all of the warning signs, how she ignored them all and made herself believe that he was the best option for her.

"I am so foolish," she muttered, blinking back the tears that lined her eyes.

"Of course you are," Zara said with a smile.

"Micah," Elara breathed out, closing her eyes tight to stop the tears from flowing from her eyes.

"Can you stop calling my name, please?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"You are going to regret this."