He's Just A Substitute That Doesn't Matter Novels & Stories

"He's a gym instructor. Very good at what he does. But utterly terrible with money in a way that went beyond simply broke; it was more like a lifestyle choice. He was always in debt, always just one unexpected bill away from total crisis." "But you stayed," Neo said, not in judgment. Simply as a statement of fact. "I stayed." She stared at her hands. "Because underneath it all he's truly not a bad person. He's just... underdeveloped. Like a phone that never got its software updated. The hardware was perfectly good, but the operating system just kept malfunctioning." Neo's lips moved, a little almost-smile. "And you love him," Neo said.

Seeing him, I suddenly thought of the coldness in his eyes during the Coming-of-Age Ceremony. He saw how Alana was making things difficult for me, but he didn't say a word. He even turned and went into his study after seeing me fall. At that moment, he was casually reading the newspaper. He didn't even raise his head to look at me when he noticed my return. "Don't blame Alana for what happened today. Back then, you promised my mother to look after Alana for money. Her arrogance and bad temper are your doing." His voice was indifferent as if the matter of Alana almost killing me was nothing important.

He was hurt. Frustration. Maybe even anger. “Fine,” he said finally. “If you want me out I’ll leave”. Then he turned and walked out. The door slammed. And just like that, he was gone. He was gone. I stood there, staring at the space he left behind. Not knowing if he was coming back. Not knowing anything anymore. ************************* My phone buzzed. I didn’t want to check it. But I did. A message. Unknown sender. I was about to put it away but I held it.

His tears fall non-stop. He clenches his chest, getting up. He starts laughing loudly Like a maniac. A few words were echoing in his head. " Are you talking about Alisha? Oh. She might have died somewhere. It was your last chance to save her. You know I am not a good father. I was never. Oh.. But if you still want. You can replace Alissa in her place. they look the same but Alissa has little problem in her brain. She may die soon, following her adorable sister."

Mom said happily. "By the way, I am Raffy Salvador and I am working for -" And before Raffy could finish what he was going to say I huddled next to him and Raffy. It's up to Batman! Since I don't have time to think of excuses, whatever comes out of my mouth is what I have! "Wow! You acted so well earlier, Sister." Anya said when I explained to them what Raffy and I are like. Speaking of Raffy, it's good that he's gone because otherwise my head might explode with stress for this morning!

But I seemed to kiss this woman every single day. The second I walked into the Underground, Brutus came to my side. “Hunter’s replacement just delivered his f*e. Not only did he pay his portion for the last distribution, but he made up for all the payments Hunter missed.” I moved past the other men and headed to the bar. “I like this guy.” “He’s a good replacement.” “Should have been him in the first place. Looks like we won’t have any problems from here on out.” “Not if he wants to keep his skull intact.”

"Mia is part of the job. You wouldn't understand." "Perhaps not," I breathed, looking down at my battered palms, the perpetual reminders of the existence he pulled me from. "But I do know what it is like to be a backup plan. And I won't be that, Robert. Not for anyone. Not for you."The room hung in silence, heavy with the burden of my revelation. "You were never a substitute," he finally said, softer than I'd ever heard him. "You were the one thing I got right."

‎ ‎His expression didn’t change. ‎ ‎“It was something.” ‎ ‎“Then why do you sound like it didn’t matter?” ‎ ‎He studied me for a moment. ‎ ‎Then he said calmly, “Because it wasn’t the part that mattered.” ‎ ‎I frowned. ‎ ‎“What does that even mean?” ‎ ‎Jayden reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. ‎ ‎Before he could answer, my own phone buzzed loudly in my clutch. ‎ ‎Then again. ‎ ‎And again.

he trailed off, looking at the faces of Salvatore, Mr Simpson and their security teams, enjoying the tension in the room, before finally finishing his sentence, "Let's just say I'm your replacement and, well, your superior." Looks of surprise filtered out on the faces of the security teams, Salvatore and Mr Simpson. What did the young man just say? Salvatore, surprised by the man's words, couldn't believe his ears. What the hell was he talking about? Replacement? A replacement of what? Salvatore was puzzled. He didn't know what the man was talking about, so it puzzled him, and annoyed him at the same time. Salvatore was even more annoyed as he realized that these two men had no idea who he w

“What is this.” He didn’t even look up from his phone right away. That was the thing about my husband, he had a way of making you wait, like whatever was on that screen mattered more than whatever was standing in his doorway. When he finally lifted his eyes to me, there was nothing there. No guilt. No flinch. Just a kind of tired patience, like I was a meeting that had run long. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet.” Not *I’m sorry*. Not *let me explain*. Just an admission dressed up as an inconvenience, like I’d walked in on him mid-sentence instead of mid-theft.