Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 73

After a long time, she cautiously messaged me again. “Did you hear some rumors? It’s all fake. I can testify that my uncle has been single his whole life.”

Megan couldn’t hide anything.

I didn’t reply, but she started spilling messages like beans.

This business trip to France was genuinely for work. There’s no relationship between him and Emily. Emily has been married for a long time, and my uncle, he would never try to be the other man for a married woman. You agree, right?

“Don’t listen to others’ nonsense. You and Emily really don’t look alike, really! Well, maybe a little, but not nearly as much as they say— just about half. No, you don’t look alike at all!”

I smelled something off.

I look like someone else?

My eyes brightened, and I was about to ask more when I saw that Megan retracted all her messages and sent. “Isabella, you didn’t see, did you?”

I saw it. I saw everything.

To keep Megan from worrying, I replied five minutes later. “What did you retract? I wasn’t looking at my phone earlier.”

I’m so considerate.

Emily.

Lucas’s high school classmate.

After scrolling through twenty-one mutual friends’ Posts, I finally found a photo in Lucas’s mother’s Posts.

It was a high school graduation photo.

I zoomed in, zoomed in again, and again. Below Lucas, there was a girl who really did look seven parts like me.

I checked the name at the bottom of the photo.

Yep, it’s Emily.

I was overjoyed.

I knew it! The first time I met Lucas, his gaze was so strange. Turns out, I look like his “true love.”

I looked further into it—Emily got married five years ago, and I started seeing Lucas five years ago.

After some twists and turns, I finally found her Facebook and was able to spy on her movements.

Right now, she’s in Paris.

Lucas is also in Paris.

And the best part? Emily recently posted on Facebook complaining about her failed marriage, and a week ago, she officially divorced!

Oh ho, there’s always a way out.

God, I must be your most beloved kid.

I was ecstatic.

The worries that had been bothering me all day vanished.

I covered myself with the blanket and slept like a baby.

The next day, the first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to stalk Emily’s Facebook.

She didn’t disappoint me and posted. “Met an old friend”.

I pulled out my phone.

It was 7 AM here, so it was 12 PM in France.

I wonder if these long-lost lovers will reignite their old passion. Hehe.

After five years of Lucas perfecting his skills with me, I hope he doesn’t let her down.

I clenched my teeth, trying to figure out how to reply. Then he said. “I’ll be back in two days. Stay home and wait for me.”

I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. I responded. “Got it.”

Lucas didn’t hang up, so I couldn’t brush my teeth properly or stop brushing.

Fortunately, he noticed and before hanging up, he made a request. “Baby, I want to hear you say you love me.”

I obliged. “I love you.”

“Who do you love?”

“Lucas.”

“Baby, I want to hear the full version.”

I mumbled. “I love you, Lucas.”

If you could kick me out, I’d love you even more.

Emily returned to Canada a day earlier than Lucas.

She had been living abroad for five years, and now she was settling back in. Her friends arranged a welcome-home banquet.

On that day, I saw a post from someone who had forgotten to block me on their Posts. The photo was of Emily.

Why was I unblocked? Because I had been using a secondary Facebook account to spy on a few people’s Posts, and as expected, they all blocked me.

So, I commented on the only post I could see. “Is she?”

A minute later, that post was gone from my view.

But I had saved the photo.

I was very satisfied and printed out the photos—one of Emily and another of Lucas’s high school graduation photo.