I Was Mistaken For Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help asking softly, unable to hide the happiness in my voice, “Why are you here?” The tips of Kane’s ears turned red. “You told me to come pick you up.” “I did?” I froze, then quickly pulled out my phone. Sure enough—I had sent the message to the wrong person. “Uh… I sent it to the wrong contact.” Kane’s expression darkened instantly. “Who were you trying to send it to?” “I… I also mistyped.” “In fact, I didn’t want to reveal Hoyles’s apprentice’s true face, so I asked someone to come get me. I didn’t expect to send it to you by mistake. I meant to type ‘hot pot,’ but somehow it became ‘handsome boy’—”

"Seraphina—" "Don't," I snapped. I threw the duvet aside, not caring that I was wearing nothing but a smirk and a hangover. I strode toward the bathroom, my head spinning, and grabbed my sequined dress from the floor where it had been discarded in a hurry the night before. "Last night wasn't an anomaly, Dom. It was a mistake. A huge, boring, mediocre mistake." He stiffened. I saw his jaw clench, a small muscle jumping in his cheek. Score one for Sera.

“He mistook me for someone called Wren. Well, I don’t know if ‘mistook’ is the right word, since…I might be the same person. I just don’t remember it.” She went on to recount the brief conversation and the man's mention of New York. “Oh, so you might be from New York?” Isabelle smiled. “I did think you seemed American.” “What did you say to him?” “I denied it. I said he had me confused with someone else and told him my name was May. I…I-I wasn’t sure what to do at that moment. It was so sudden. I still have to be careful, right?”

He answered watering down my hope My confusion crashed back, harder than ever. “Then what the hell is this about?” He rubbed his temple, looking everywhere but at me. “There was… an error during your last visit. A procedural mix-up.” “What kind of error?” I demanded. He swallowed, clearly fighting with himself. “Ms. Harper… there was a serious error. Your file was… mistakenly switched with another patient’s during a fertility procedure.” “What kind of procedure?” I asked slowly, already dreading the answer.

"Did you think I would let you go have a tender moment with Gavin?" "Have you forgotten what you said when you slept with me?" My heart trembled, my cheeks burned, and I felt utterly ashamed. The day I caught Gavin and Hallie together, I was under the influence of Rapture Powder, confused, and mistakenly pounced on a man, thinking he was Gavin. That man was James. I still remember the conversation. "Little lady, you've mistaken me for someone else." "You... don't talk..." "What if you wake up and don't acknowledge what happened?"

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

Each time, I reassured her there was nothing between us. Because at the time, I truly believed there wasn't. I had always seen Lysara as a younger sister. Then one night, I made a mistake. I accidentally slept with her. I had been heavily intoxicated that night. I thought I was with Seraphina. Even she didn't stop it from happening. I kept telling myself that my love for Seraphina—and the child we had waited six years for—would give me the courage to confess everything and beg for her forgiveness.

I whispered in disbelief. “It was a mistake.” I laughed bitterly through my tears. “A mistake?” “Yes.” “No.” I shook my head violently. “A mistake is accidentally putting salt instead of sugar into tea. A mistake is forgetting the flowers at the ceremony because you were nervous. A mistake is saying the wrong thing during an argument and regretting it afterward.” My chest tightened painfully as I stared at him. “But this?” My voice cracked. “This wasn’t a mistake, Roth. You didn’t accidentally fall into bed with her.”

It felt like a lightning bolt had struck me straight from the heavens. I was doomed. My world no longer had sunshine in it. I actually mistook the wrong person for my brother. And on top of that, I’d offended the real one. “What’s wrong?” Michael saw me freeze in place and asked with concern. On the verge of tears, I mumbled, “I mixed you up with my actual brother…” This time, Michael was the one left stunned. After several seconds of silence, he finally spoke.

He inquired gently. I found a newspaper on the table and quickly glanced at the headlines. "Miss Lisa has announced to the public about the reopening of schools..." "My name's Lisa." I lied, picking the name from the headline. He nodded. "Do you know a hotel around here? I could just stay there for a while." I frowned. What was he looking for in Los Angeles? Why couldn't he recognize me as his wife? "There's no hotel around here." I lied. "I can't go back, I'll have to look for an hotel close to this house"