Call Me by My Name
Whenever Jacob called my name, his first instinct was always to utter his ex's name, "Anna".
On our first anniversary, the gift he gave me was written:
[Anna, let’s be together forever.]
When we were intimate, he couldn't stop himself from whispering in my ear, "Anna, tell me you love me."
Every time he called me by the wrong name, I could only helplessly reiterate, "My name is Anya, not Anna."
Over time, Jacob probably felt some shame. Before addressing me, he would pause to think for a moment, and then successfully say my name, "Anya."
Just when I thought he had finally stopped confusing the two of us, Anna suddenly returned.
From then on, whenever Jacob introduced me to the rest of the pack, he called me "Anna" more frequently than ever.
Even during our mating ceremony, as he held out the ring to me, he called out, "Anna, will you be my mate?"
Looking at Jacob standing before me, I didn't bother to correct him this time.
Since the name he called wasn't mine, I shouldn't be the one to accept.