Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 735

Chapter 80 : The Truth in the Picture

I kept staring at the picture, too numb to form a clear thought.

In the picture, three people stood shoulder to shoulder. Soren was on the far left, and all the way to the right was a man, slightly older than Soren, but they looked very much alike.

Between the two handsome men was a woman—a stunning beauty. She had reddish, wavy hair and a sweet, tender smile. There was something in her posture that showed how soft and gentle she was.

The other man had his arm around her waist and I could tell the two of them were a couple. Probably married if the engagement ring on her finger was any indication.

I couldn't stop staring at Soren, though. He was young, and just as handsome and gorgeous as ever, however, he wasn't smiling into the camera like the other two were. It looked like at the last minute, he shifted his eyes to gaze directly at the woman.

I could never forget that gaze in his eyes.

He loved her. His love was deep, affectionate and intense. It couldn't even be masked in a picture.

And there was a scarf around Soren's neck.

Was that the scarf that Madam Scarlett had told me about? My instinct told me that the scarf was a gift from the woman in the picture. It had to be. No wonder he was so upset when he lost it.

I wasn't surprised that Soren had a romantic past. In fact, I'd suspected it based on some of the things he said about women and not spending a lot of time with them.

My breath caught and my chest felt like someone was standing on it.

I could barely breathe as I stared at the woman in the picture, my eyes darting over to see how Soren was looking at her.

Just a quick glance was enough to see that the woman looked like me… or rather, I resembled her. We had the same wavy reddish brown hair, fair skin tone, and even similar body styles. Looking at her, was like looking at myself.

My cheeks burned suddenly and I slammed the shirts on top of the picture. Humiliated and angry, I slammed the drawer shut. How could he do that to me!?

My heart cracked. I pressed my hands over my chest, trying to hold my heart in place to prevent it from falling out on the floor.

It all made sense now!

The way Soren looked at me and it sometimes felt like he was looking for someone else or looking at someone else. It wasn't me he was looking for, it was the woman in the picture!

It explained why he treated me differently than other women. So many of his friends kept asking him why I was special and why he couldn't just let me go. He had made it clear he didn't pursue long-term relationships with women.


He probably rarely spent more than a night with one.

But he kept tracking me down, kept wanting to see me safe, and insisted on helping me. He couldn't leave me alone because I was just a substitute for him. I was his chance to live the dream of the one who got away!

Tears sprang to my eyes and I shook my head. Last night had been amazing, but now, I woken up into a nightmare.

My knees trembled and I stumbled to the bed, leaning against the bedpost. I thought I'd fall on the floor if I didn't hold myself up.

The answers to all my questions… They were buried in the dresser drawer just inches from his bed and where he slept every night. I'd been curious to know the answers, I snooped, and now I was paying the price.

I was nothing more than a substitute!

I pressed my palm to my forehead and shook my head, trying to shake the tears away. Sniffling slightly, I wrapped my other arm around my waist, trying to hold my insides together.

My heart was breaking. My entire body was breaking.

I was foolish to think that I was special to him. What reason would a man like Soren ever have to even look my way let alone treat me differently?

He could have any woman he wanted. They threw themselves at him all the time. And they were practically lined up outside his door ready to offer themselves to him. But I knew he'd been single for years.

And that was because he was still hung up on someone else!

I was just starting to think that maybe his special treatment of me was because he had feelings for me. I knew it was a long shot but… I'd fallen into the dream. I thought that he liked me as a companion or perhaps… maybe even loved me…

But no, it had nothing to do with me. It all had to do with that woman. His one, true love.

I bowed my head and blinked, a few of my tears slipping down my cheeks.

I'd given Soren a scarf. It was supposed to be a thoughtful gift. Soren had really seemed to like it.

He'd been genuinely surprised but he'd also been really happy. I was starting to think that wasn't because he truly liked the scarf. It was because I was unknowingly imitating his past love.

The surprise had probably been due to unhappiness that I had done the same thing she did. It was just a reminder that I wasn't her… and he wouldn't want me acting like her. Mimicking her would be painful, wouldn't it…?

I was so stupid!

Now that I was thinking about it, I couldn't stop. My mind started breaking down every single interaction I'd had with Soren and I just couldn't stop!

When Soren had asked me to stay with him, he didn't want me. He wanted someone that reminded him of the woman he loved. He wanted to keep me with him so he didn't have to think about losing her and I could distract him from the loss of the woman he really wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I blinked the tears away and I shook off the humiliation and embarrassment.

My heart might be broken but I wasn't going to let Soren treat me like that. I refused to be a substitute for someone that he couldn't have.

Should I wait and confront Soren about the photo? Should I ask him what it meant in relation to me? What if I was jumping to conclusions?

But what if I stayed and Soren confirmed what I already knew? My heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Besides, what could Soren say? He wouldn't lie to me, of course. He might try to evade answering my questions, like he always did, but a man like Soren wouldn't tell me any flat out lies.

He could tell me what I already knew was true. Then he would just ask me what I would want to do and he'd support me, whatever I decided to do. He'd be respectful… unless I chose to leave. Then he'd follow me, like always.

I couldn't give him the chance to try and stop me from leaving.

I wasn't sure I wanted to leave but what choice did I have? If I stayed here, I'd be humiliated further, especially knowing that I was a substitute. If I stayed, I'd be letting Soren use me.

My heart ached again.

I really loved Soren. This wouldn't hurt me this much if I didn't. I'd known I had strong feelings for a while and that I was falling for him but now I knew the depth of my feelings.

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