I Was a Substitute

I’ve lived my life as everyone wanted me to, the perfect Young Miss. But I was only adopted to fill the vacancy of the real Duke’s daughter. When the real Miss returned, they all turned their backs on me. “If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have let you in.” I loved them dearly, but to them I was nothing but a substitute for a Young Miss. “Should I tell you something before dying? Actually, I’m a fake too.” The Young Miss, who seemed like an angel, was actually a fake. Just like their ‘false love’, which I believed in. “Can I call you Big Sister from now on?” I had no choice but to reply with a lie as well. I swallowed the dry saliva down my throat reflexively at the ...