I Was Mistaken For Novels & Stories

i was doing just that before I heard someone speak behind me. "You are finally here erica".I turn to look at a female whose face I didn't recognize. "Have we ever met before?".I ask as I watch her carefully.she seemed to realize something as smiled but I could see that it was forced smile. "Oh,am sorry".she apologized."I mistook you for someone else".her explanation didn't sound convincing at all instead I became suspicious. "I think realize that somebody else name is also erica".she clearly said my name and yet she says that she mistook me for somebody else.

I don't even walk around the town , so she might have mistaken me for someone else " I'm sorry , my memory is rubbish , l can't think of any where l saw you , l don't move around so you might have mistaken me for someone else " , l said with a sad smile on my face . I had a feeling that she was disappointed but instead at my words , her face lightened up like a Christmas tree and there was something different about her .

After all, we had said that we would catch up once I was back. I knew my friends number, Sophia's number by heart, so I picked up the phone and pressed her name. But just as it came on screen, I froze. Her name was in the phone, but it wasn't listed under "Sophia." It was listed under "Honey." Long moments, I stared at the phone and my heartbeat spiked. Honey? I didn't comprehend it. Why would Luke store her number like that? It didn't add up. I was in a daze. I didn't know what to think, and it wasn't just the name itself that disturbed me, this sixth sense felt that something just wasn't right. My hands shaking, I set the phone down, knowing not whether to call her or just forget about it.

he mumbled, edging toward the door. I felt a rush of embarrassment, my heart sinking as I tried to process his words. I’d made a mistake, a huge one, and now I was left with the sinking realization that I’d misunderstood everything. “I’m sorry, Alpha Hades,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to… assume.”

It was just a girl who happened to resemble her in hairstyle and body language. Feeling a pang of regret, I quickly apologized to the woman for my mistaken identity. "I'm truly sorry, Miss. I jumped to conclusions without knowing the truth. Please forgive me." She responded with understanding, assuring me that she was simply helping my son find me since he had been wandering around lately. Guilt washed over me as I realized the gravity of my hasty judgment. Turning my attention back to Marco, I could see the confusion in his eyes as he tried to comprehend why I had approached him with such intensity. My voice trembled with emotion as I stammered out an apology, my heart heavy with remorse.

he stuttered. "Kiss?" I asked and he raised a sharp brow at me as if how come the word rolled out of my mouth so confidently like it was nothing. Well, it is surely nothing on my side. "Yes." He seemed embarrassed as he looked elsewhere. "I--I was just stressed out, and I---I mistaken you for someone else. I'm sorry again." He apologized fighting with each of his words. "I know it was a mistake, you aren't the type of person who is a fan of such," I say with reassurance but it didn't seem to sit well with him.

I straightened up, trying to act all proper. “Oh, sorry about all the bags. They’re… kinda heavy, you know,” I said in a fake British accent. Pfft. Cringe. The British accent really doesn’t suit me. We’re in the Philippines, for crying out loud. People are so extra sometimes. “It’s my job, ma’am,” he said politely. I just smiled and opened the door wider so he could bring everything in. With the amount of clothes and shoes I had, the poor guy looked ready to faint. I tipped him generously, then flopped back onto my bed.

This meant they didn't recognize me, as evidenced by their indifferent attitudes. I started to feel confident in my disguise. However, upon reaching the exit, I accidentally bumped into someone because I was walking too confidently, not paying attention to my surroundings. I was startled as my shoulder collided with the shoulder of the person in front of me. I instinctively turned to look at their face and saw someone I knew very well. I was taken aback, and my heart began to race as if I were a criminal meeting the police. I swallowed hard, unable to stop myself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to!" Eric said, apologizing to me.

A quick frown formed in between my eyebrows as I stared at the text from Lucas in confusion. Guess it'll be just you for now but I'll be home as soon as I can. Be safe. I earnestly rubbed my eyes wiping off every trace of drowsiness to ensure I was seeing the right thing. Could it be the wrong person? My heart stinged at the realization that he now mistook me for someone else. My fingers flew away on the keypad as I typed strings of messages as a response but it suddenly didn't seem wise. It was definitely a mistake from his end and besides, I couldn't afford to ruin things between us since we already managed to part ways peacefully.

Moved, stunned, in love. “Wait, so you've been dating Cindy because you thought she was…” “What happened to you was a misnomer, a miracle. And when I didn't see Cindy's face, I thought, well, my medical diagnosis had returned. I thought she was you. I've been under the impression that…” “She was me! Oh my God!” I finished his words. It all made sense.