My Online Boyfriend Mistook Me for Someone Else—I Left Chapter 03
In a single breath, I had spun a web of lies.
My only saving grace was that during our three years as online confidants, we had never hopped on a voice call. If we had, he would have recognized my voice instantly.
The tense silence in the room broke into scattered snickers.
“Exactly, Rainy Miller is just a textbook nerd. She lives under a rock; she probably doesn’t even know who Weston Sterling is, let alone watch some viral thread.”
“See? It was just a misunderstanding. Cynthia, look behind you—look who’s here for you.”
Cynthia Valentine blinked back her tears and turned around. “Weston…”
Weston walked in, his voice smooth and clear. “Yeah.”
He handed her a sleek designer takeout bag. “You skipped breakfast again, didn’t you? Got you your favorite croissants from that bakery downtown.”
The clouds on Cynthia’s face instantly vanished into a radiant smile. “But what about the bounty post? Are you going to keep your word and take Rainy Miller out?”
Weston let out a low, amused chuckle, sighing softly. “The watch was left right under your seat. You’re a little klutz, you know that? Losing it so easily.”
With those words, the subtext was loud and clear to everyone in the room. The whispers turned into teased cheers.
“Weston Sterling really doesn’t know how to chase a girl normally. Look at this elaborate setup just to make a move!”
“Seriously, it ended up in the wrong hands and made Cynthia cry. How is he going to fix this now?”
I stood frozen in the center of the room, feeling like an absolute villain who had ruined a masterpiece.
Just as the humiliation was about to swallow me whole, Weston stepped toward me.
“Hey,” he said, his tone perfectly polite but utterly distant. “The watch is mine. Thanks for picking it up. I’ll have the fifty grand transferred to you as promised. Can I have it back?”
I kept my lips pressed tight, my voice a faint whisper. “Sure.”
The bell rang for the next period, saving me from the suffocating air. I didn’t dare look him in the eye as I blinked back tears and bolted back to my seat.
Who would have thought? The very first time I spoke to the boy I had loved in secret for years, it would be under such pathetic, humiliating circumstances.
They were the golden couple, a match made in heaven. And I was just the clown in their background.
I asked myself: Rainy Miller, your love is this humiliating. Is it really worth holding onto?