Lahat ng Kabanata ng Move Over, You Substitue: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Sebastian…” Having walked the entire day without a single drop of water, my voice was raspy, the syllables scratching at my throat. “You promised me…”Sebastian swept a disgusted glance over me from head to toe, pointing to the wall clock. “You’re late. The deal was for yesterday. It’s past midnight now.”My lips parted, but no sound came out. He had no idea how many times I had wanted to give up, but every time the thought of him waiting for me at home in a white dress shirt crossed my mind, hope flared anew in my mind.The thread of determination that had kept me going earlier snapped in that instant. My body went limp and I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down my face against my will.Sebastian caught me with quick hands, a flicker of reluctance surfacing on his face. He scooped me up into his arms and carefully set me down on the sofa.“Cynthia, why on earth are you so obsessed with seeing me in white dress shirts?”Sebastian hated wearing white, yet the wardrobe was pac

Having barely survived the ghastly party, I dragged my exhausted body back to my room.My phone vibrated. Opening the notification, I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice.It was a screenshot of an Instagram post: Sebastian had posted my lingerie photo up.Beneath it were innumerable disgusting comments, and he had even replied to a few of them.“How generous man, sharing this kinda photo of your girlfriend.”“Bros before hoes. If I get a peep, so do you guys.”“No joke, your girl has a hell of a body. Just looking at the photo gets me worked up.”Staring at the screen, a laugh suddenly burst from my lips as tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. My heart felt as though hit by a sledgehammer, my chest suffocated.I had underestimated how much of a bastard Sebastian could be.I had agreed to the lingerie photo on his behalf, only to be proven a fool.I pulled a box out from the nightstand drawer and took out a photo I had smoothed over countless times.Tears blurred my vision, dro

People around me were looking at me as if I were insane—after all, sitting alone talking to oneself looked incredibly odd.But I didn’t care. I knew that he could hear everything I said.In my daze, I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of my very first meeting with Sebastian.I first met him the first month after my lover had passed away.I spent my days drowning my sorrows in alcohol, as if doing so could make me forget everything.Stumbling out of a bar dead drunk, I was grabbed and cornered by a group of men.“Hey, what a prime little piece. What’s bothering you, gorgeous? Why don’t you come along with us? We’ll take real good care of you.”They yanked me toward a car as they spoke. Given the sheer disparity in strength between us, compounded by my limp, powerless state, I had no chance at all.My eyes zeroed in on a stone by the roadside. Just as I was calculating my odds, Sebastian walked toward us, bathed in the backlighting.He looked like him, far too much like him. Aside from th

About half an hour passed before his assistant called back.“Mr. Royce, we found her. She flew to Paloma eight days ago.”Hanging up the phone, Sebastian played out the timeline in his head—eight days ago, that was the exact day we had broken up.He couldn’t sit still a second longer. He booked the earliest flight available and waited for dawn.Having stayed awake all night, he felt no drowsiness whatsoever. His eyes were wide open, his mind consumed by the sheer joy of seeing me again.Yet he forgot thing: Paloma was a massive city. Coupled with his inability to reach me via phone, the search would be like hunting for a needle in the ocean.I walked through every corner of Paloma, big and small. It was truly breathtaking, so much so that I wished I could stay here for the rest of my life.While I was standing by the beach and taking in the salty sea breeze, a young guy caught my attention.His steps were slow yet resolute as he waded deeper and deeper into the ocean.I sprinted over i

“Sebastian, it was wrong of me to use you as a stand-in. But over these years, I endured everything you put me through. I think that makes us even.“Just leave. Go back where you belong, keep playing the high-and-mighty Sebastian Royce, and forget about me.”Having said everything that needed to be said, I delivered my explicit eviction notice.Looking completely lost, he let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle.“Ha… I never imagined that I, Sebastian Royce, would one day end up as someone else’s substitute. How tragic. But Cynthia, I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you. Since we look so much alike, why couldn’t you just keep fooling me?”I had never expected him to utter such words. In this moment, he looked like a puppy being abandoned.“You don’t look like him anymore. That scar on your face serves as a constant reminder, telling me that you’re not him, and you could never be.“I couldn’t let go back then, but I can now. Chloe might not be a nice person, like you, her feelings are