For eight years 5

For eight years 5

Sarah’s POV

 

The next day, James didn’t show up at the office. News of him refusing the arranged marriage spread like wildfire through the company.

 

Everyone was whispering, “I heard Mr. Carter already has someone he loves – that’s why he refused the arrangement.”

 

“I heard he’s not at work today because he’s preparing to propose to the person he loves!”

 

“Oh my God, that’s so romantic…”

 

Remembering James’s words from yesterday, my heart started racing involuntarily.

 

Could he be planning to surprise me today?

 

I waited until evening when James finally called:

 

“Sarah, I forgot some documents. Could you bring them to my house?”

 

“Of course, I’ll be right there.”

 

After hanging up, I immediately took a taxi to James’s villa.

 

Standing before the familiar door, thinking about what might happen next, I couldn’t help taking deep breaths to calm myself.

 

If he opens the door and proposes, should I say yes immediately or play it cool…

 

Ding dong~

 

“Coming~”

 

A familiar feminine voice answered. Suddenly, my whole body went cold.

 

The door opened to reveal a beautiful woman in sleepwear.

 

Seeing me, her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, you must be James’s secretary Sarah! Wow, we really look alike!

 

“Even our fashion sense is similar!

 

“No wonder you’ve been his secretary for eight years.”

 

The woman before me had a face similar to mine. I felt panic rising.

 

Seeing the kiss marks on her neck, my blood ran cold. I felt dizzy, barely able to stay upright.

 

So she was the one James loved?

 

I spotted a pair of heels by the entrance – identical to the ones James had given me.

 

In that moment, everything clicked… I was just a stand-in for hert.

 

She enthusiastically pulled me inside, acting every bit the lady of the house.

 

“I’m so sorry you had to come all this way for such a small thing.

 

“Sarah, if we walked down the street together, people would think we’re sisters!” She laughed, pulling me to stand in front of James.

 

“Don’t you think so, James?”

 

James didn’t even glance at me, smiling as he pulled her into his arms. “You’re more beautiful.”

 

“Stop it~” Emma Leonard turned away playfully, then grabbed my hand warmly. “Thank you for taking such good care of James all these years. I’m grateful on his behalf.”

 

 

For eight years

For eight years

Status: Ongoing

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