I Was Just a Stand-In for His Dead First Love, Until I Walked Away for Good

Otto heard those words, and as the memory of five long years of bitter waiting flooded back, the tears welling in his eyes spilled over.

The three of them clung together in the living room, weeping with joy, pouring out all the longing they'd held in.

Through the crack in the bedroom door, I watched it all, like someone bent on torturing herself.

The warmth out there only made me look like the perfect fool.

Before long, the laughter beyond the door faded.

A text from Otto lit up my phone.

"Get some rest. Cindy just got back. I'm going to show her around."

I sat frozen on the sofa, the sharp lingering trace of Cindy's perfume crawling into my nose.

As if to remind me the real one had returned.

And a meaningless body double should make her exit.

I picked up my suitcase and sat through the night by the door.

Waiting for dawn, scrolling through news from abroad to pass the time.

Then a tabloid pop-up appeared, and a familiar face made my fingertips go still.

Just as I meant to read through every page, Otto's frantic voice cut me off.

"Beth, I finally found you. I called you so many times. Why didn't you answer?"

He came striding in, his steps hurried.

I didn't understand. I lifted my eyes and looked at him, my face blank.

He noticed the exhaustion and grief in my eyes, and his tone softened a little.

"Cindy collapsed last night and was rushed to the hospital. I knew she had her reasons. She's gravely ill. She needs a full blood transfusion."

He paused, a flicker of reluctance crossing his eyes before the cold swallowed it again.

"I asked the doctor yesterday. Right now your blood type is the only real match. Help her."

I gathered every ounce of strength I had and dragged out a cold smile.

"Otto, are you sure your pure, untouchable first love is worth sacrificing this much for?"

I lifted my phone and turned the tabloid page toward him.

【Gambling tycoon worth millions ruined overnight. His wife of five years fled the country under cover of darkness.】

【Left behind three children. The first woman to abandon husband and kids and run.】

Beneath the glaring headline, Cindy's face was plastered, plain as day.

Once he'd taken it all in, the color drained from Otto's face. He bowed his head and said nothing.

His hands clenched so hard the nails nearly dug into his palms.

I thought his anger meant he'd finally come to his senses. But the next second he flung my phone aside and roared at me, his voice cracking.

"Enough!"

"All of this, I already know. She had her reasons for what happened back then. Why must you torment a sick woman?"

A tremor went through me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I looked up and saw nothing but obsession filling Otto's eyes. He lunged forward and gripped my shoulders, as if he'd lost all control.

"Beth, take it as me begging you. Just this once!"

"Cindy is the one I've longed for, yes, but you and I are already married. There's nothing left between her and me. You don't have to worry. I just don't want to……lose her. As long as she's……all right."

Otto forced out the last of it, choking on sobs.

In that moment, total despair came crashing down and drowned me.

Five years of feeling, five years at his side, were nothing to Otto.

Worth less than Cindy, the woman who'd deceived and used him for years, with a past that wouldn't bear telling.

I summoned all my strength, raised my hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

The crisp crack rang through the empty living room.

Before he could react, I grabbed my suitcase and rushed out the door.

Sitting in the taxi, a video popped up on my phone.

On the screen, Otto bent down tenderly and pulled the lovely, fragile Cindy into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, Cindy. Beth's just throwing a tantrum. She has no parents, no one. Where could she possibly go?"

"The moment she's back, I'll arrange the surgery so she can give you the transfusion. I won't let anyone delay your treatment."

After the video came a string of voice messages from Cindy, her tone smug and crowing,

【I saw all those transfers Otto sent you. If you ask me, a girl kept around for the bed ought to know her place and stop throwing tantrums all the time.】

【Otto even said if you don't come back in three days, he'll have someone drag you onto the operating table himself. Scared me half to death.】

I opened them without meaning to, listened to the first two, and felt nothing but sick boredom.

I sent back one line: 【Don't waste your effort. Otto's all yours.】

Then I tapped delete.