"I love you, Winnie. Your sister Lottie is nothing more than a substitute for you. You know what? Whenever I'm sleeping with her, I will imagine that I was with you..."

I'm Lottie Hendrix, naively holding onto the belief that my boyfriend, Lewis loves me.

It took me a year to figure out that he is only with me because of my resemblance to my sister, Winnie Hendrix.

To get back at him, I didn't just limit myself to openly flirting with all his friends; I even went on to date his uncle, Alfie.

Being the Mate of My Ex's Uncle

　　Upon hearing my words, Adams smiled.


　　"I had no idea that Lewis had such a charming girlfriend."


　　I flicked my black hair, exuding a seductive aura, whether intentional or not.


　　"He hasn't revealed my identity, perhaps out of concern that you would all find me captivating. But on an occasion as significant as today, it would be somewhat impolite if he didn't introduce me."


　　Adams took the empty wine glass from me and handed me a new glass of wine. I didn't decline; instead, I cradled the glass between my index and middle fingers, rotating it gracefully.


　　"I've been hearing some rumors about you and Lewis lately."


　　I had a good idea of which rumors he wanted to discuss. I halted my actions and raised my glass, gently clinking it against his, the glasses producing a crisp sound.


　　"It's possible that those rumors aren't just rumors, you know?"


CHAPTER 8 The Poor Old Man