If her guess was correct, everything he did had originally been for that other girl. Something must have happened to her, which was why he hadn't been in a relationship for so many years. He was only so good to her because they looked so similar. "MYONLY"—his one and only. He must have loved that girl deeply to have kept her picture from six years ago until now.
Indeed, she was just a stand-in after all. It made sense now; what qualities or virtues did she possess to deserve such profound affection from him? So, that was the reason. She had foolishly believed herself incredibly lucky to have met someone who loved her so much. It turned out to be nothing more than this.
Vera Wave clutched her pillow tightly, her heart aching as if pierced by a knife.
It wasn't because of his deception, nor because he loved her as a substitute, but because the person he loved was not her. This was what distressed her the most.
