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"Miss Hughes, are you sure you want to terminate the stand-in service? The contract lasts for three years, and the termination will take effect in seven days. Please confirm."
With my signature smile, I posed the question to my boyfriend's first love who has just returned from abroad.
Willow Hughes lifted her eyes lazily and glanced at me. "I'm sure."
I chuckled softly, watching as she signed her name on the contract.
"Rest assured, Miss Hughes. Within these seven days, I will complete all necessary transitions and disappear from Mr. Green's world entirely."
Willow nodded in satisfaction, her gaze scrutinizing me—taking in my outfit and makeup, both of which closely resembled hers.
"You've done well over the past three years. Once you vanish, I'll be sure to give you a five-star rating."
I stood up with a smile, but just as I was about to leave, Willow pressed me down.
"Remember, as per the agreement, you must disappear completely from Hunter Green's sight."
Coming out of the café, the sky was already dark.
I wandered back to the River Villa in a daze. Lifting my hand, I switched on the lights. The living room was empty.
My phone still displayed a message from Hunter, sent three hours ago.
"Sleep alone tonight. I'm not coming back."
I exhaled in relief.
For three years, I had been Hunter's stand-in for his first love.
Before Willow went abroad, she was worried that Hunter—who loved her to death—might be stolen away by some other woman. So, she came to our agency and booked a stand-in for three years.
"You'll do."
Out of more than a hundred girls, she picked me at a glance.
We signed a three-year contract, and I spent a month quickly learning her style—her outfits, makeup, and even the little habits of her daily life.
I had to ensure that the version of me appearing before Hunter was Willow 2.0.
At first, he loathed me.
He said I was just a cheap imitation—that I could mimic her style and makeup, but I could never learn her delicate, soft nature.
But his love for Willow was all-consuming.
Even knowing I was a counterfeit, the moment I appeared before him, looking exactly like her—
He took me home without hesitation.
That night, he got himself drunk and, in a dazed state, pressed me beneath him, staring at me with burning intensity.
"Willow… why did you leave me?"
His desperate kisses fell like a raging storm.
I endured the taste of alcohol, my brows furrowing before relaxing again.
The next morning, Hunter leaned against the bed, a half-smoked cigarette between his lips, squinting at me.
"What's your name?"
"Lucy Taylor," I answered obediently.
He stared at me in silence for a long time, as if trying to see through me—to see the woman who had abandoned him and left for another country.
Just when I thought an eternity had passed, he finally spoke, his voice cold:
"Lucy, from now on, you'll live here and be my girlfriend."
After that, I followed Willow's instructions—telling him to smoke less, drink less, come home earlier.
Every time, he would frown impatiently.
"You're just a stand-in. Why are you so nagging?"
I never got angry. I simply continued, day after day.
Even when he repeatedly told me there was no need to bring him an umbrella when it rained,
I still did—every time.
And every time, he scolded me for it.
The ninth time, however, he didn't refuse. Instead, he turned back and looked at me, serious.
"Lucy, don't tell me you've fallen for me?"
Hunter came from wealth and power, his network spanning far and wide.
I was only able to move into River Villa so smoothly because he had investigated me beforehand.
He knew I was just a stand-in Willow had hired.
And he was willing to play along.
Of course, I was even more willing. Only a fool would turn down easy money.
Hearing his question, I simply smiled—Willow's signature smile.
"Hunter, I've liked you all along."
"Boring."
His interest vanished instantly. He opened his umbrella and strode off, leaving me alone in the pouring rain.
Now, snapping back to reality, I stared blankly at the villa I had lived in for three years, my emotions tangled in knots.
None of this had ever truly belonged to me.
Now that the contract was ending, it was time for me to leave.
A sharp headache throbbed at my temples. I took off my coat and headed to the bathroom, removing my makeup as I showered.
For three years, as long as I was in Hunter's presence, I had to maintain a flawless appearance.
Because only with a face exactly like Willow's could I carry her shadow.
Once the makeup was gone, I was just me.
Thankfully, Hunter wouldn't be coming back tonight. I could briefly be myself.
Just as I finished drying my hair and was about to apply some moisturizer before bed, I suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
I snapped upright.
Hunter was back?
It was still raining outside. Every time he got out of the car and walked to the villa, I was supposed to bring him an umbrella.
Out of habit, I grabbed one and rushed out.
The moment I reached the living room, I locked eyes with him—dressed in a crisp suit, standing by the door.
His gaze lingered on my face for a few seconds.
Then, in an unusually gentle voice, he said,
"Why are you standing there? Come help me carry these."
"…Oh."
I quickly bent down to pick up the bags in his hands. My eyes lit up as I saw what was inside.
"Hunter, didn't you say you weren't coming back tonight? And why so many cakes and chocolates? Since when did you start craving sweets?"
He didn't even look up. "The deal got canceled, so there was no need for the trip. I figured I'd come back to keep you company."
He pointed to the pile of sweets—mousse cakes, chocolates.
"They're for you."
My eyes brightened. "How did you know I liked these?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I clamped my hand over my lips.
Willow was obsessed with maintaining her figure. She never touched sugar—cakes, chocolates, anything remotely carb-heavy.
But I loved them.
With my signature smile, I posed the question to my boyfriend's first love who has just returned from abroad.
Willow Hughes lifted her eyes lazily and glanced at me. "I'm sure."
I chuckled softly, watching as she signed her name on the contract.
"Rest assured, Miss Hughes. Within these seven days, I will complete all necessary transitions and disappear from Mr. Green's world entirely."
Willow nodded in satisfaction, her gaze scrutinizing me—taking in my outfit and makeup, both of which closely resembled hers.
"You've done well over the past three years. Once you vanish, I'll be sure to give you a five-star rating."
I stood up with a smile, but just as I was about to leave, Willow pressed me down.
"Remember, as per the agreement, you must disappear completely from Hunter Green's sight."
Coming out of the café, the sky was already dark.
I wandered back to the River Villa in a daze. Lifting my hand, I switched on the lights. The living room was empty.
My phone still displayed a message from Hunter, sent three hours ago.
"Sleep alone tonight. I'm not coming back."
I exhaled in relief.
For three years, I had been Hunter's stand-in for his first love.
Before Willow went abroad, she was worried that Hunter—who loved her to death—might be stolen away by some other woman. So, she came to our agency and booked a stand-in for three years.
"You'll do."
Out of more than a hundred girls, she picked me at a glance.
We signed a three-year contract, and I spent a month quickly learning her style—her outfits, makeup, and even the little habits of her daily life.
I had to ensure that the version of me appearing before Hunter was Willow 2.0.
At first, he loathed me.
He said I was just a cheap imitation—that I could mimic her style and makeup, but I could never learn her delicate, soft nature.
But his love for Willow was all-consuming.
Even knowing I was a counterfeit, the moment I appeared before him, looking exactly like her—
He took me home without hesitation.
That night, he got himself drunk and, in a dazed state, pressed me beneath him, staring at me with burning intensity.
"Willow… why did you leave me?"
His desperate kisses fell like a raging storm.
I endured the taste of alcohol, my brows furrowing before relaxing again.
The next morning, Hunter leaned against the bed, a half-smoked cigarette between his lips, squinting at me.
"What's your name?"
"Lucy Taylor," I answered obediently.
He stared at me in silence for a long time, as if trying to see through me—to see the woman who had abandoned him and left for another country.
Just when I thought an eternity had passed, he finally spoke, his voice cold:
"Lucy, from now on, you'll live here and be my girlfriend."
After that, I followed Willow's instructions—telling him to smoke less, drink less, come home earlier.
Every time, he would frown impatiently.
"You're just a stand-in. Why are you so nagging?"
I never got angry. I simply continued, day after day.
Even when he repeatedly told me there was no need to bring him an umbrella when it rained,
I still did—every time.
And every time, he scolded me for it.
The ninth time, however, he didn't refuse. Instead, he turned back and looked at me, serious.
"Lucy, don't tell me you've fallen for me?"
Hunter came from wealth and power, his network spanning far and wide.
I was only able to move into River Villa so smoothly because he had investigated me beforehand.
He knew I was just a stand-in Willow had hired.
And he was willing to play along.
Of course, I was even more willing. Only a fool would turn down easy money.
Hearing his question, I simply smiled—Willow's signature smile.
"Hunter, I've liked you all along."
"Boring."
His interest vanished instantly. He opened his umbrella and strode off, leaving me alone in the pouring rain.
Now, snapping back to reality, I stared blankly at the villa I had lived in for three years, my emotions tangled in knots.
None of this had ever truly belonged to me.
Now that the contract was ending, it was time for me to leave.
A sharp headache throbbed at my temples. I took off my coat and headed to the bathroom, removing my makeup as I showered.
For three years, as long as I was in Hunter's presence, I had to maintain a flawless appearance.
Because only with a face exactly like Willow's could I carry her shadow.
Once the makeup was gone, I was just me.
Thankfully, Hunter wouldn't be coming back tonight. I could briefly be myself.
Just as I finished drying my hair and was about to apply some moisturizer before bed, I suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
I snapped upright.
Hunter was back?
It was still raining outside. Every time he got out of the car and walked to the villa, I was supposed to bring him an umbrella.
Out of habit, I grabbed one and rushed out.
The moment I reached the living room, I locked eyes with him—dressed in a crisp suit, standing by the door.
His gaze lingered on my face for a few seconds.
Then, in an unusually gentle voice, he said,
"Why are you standing there? Come help me carry these."
"…Oh."
I quickly bent down to pick up the bags in his hands. My eyes lit up as I saw what was inside.
"Hunter, didn't you say you weren't coming back tonight? And why so many cakes and chocolates? Since when did you start craving sweets?"
He didn't even look up. "The deal got canceled, so there was no need for the trip. I figured I'd come back to keep you company."
He pointed to the pile of sweets—mousse cakes, chocolates.
"They're for you."
My eyes brightened. "How did you know I liked these?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I clamped my hand over my lips.
Willow was obsessed with maintaining her figure. She never touched sugar—cakes, chocolates, anything remotely carb-heavy.
But I loved them.
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