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Chapter Eight
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Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Seventy Two
Rachel’s POVBlood. That was all I could see. Blood on the tiles. Blood on my hands. There was blood everywhere. My breathing became uneven instantly. “No… no… no…”“Rain! What happened?” Tears streamed down my face. “What baby!” I thought the doctors told her that she should not get pregnant for the next year. That way her womb would heal. The apartment looked destroyed. Broken glass everywhere. Furniture overturned.“Aarghh!!!!” She cried, writhing around. My heart was pounding. I need to do something. I ran back and grabbed my phone. Immediately dial 911. The first time I ever did.“Hello?” “Please come.” I cried. “There’s ….There’s blood everywhere. My sister is dying!” Luckily I was able to get myself in order and gave them my address. A few moments later, we were on our way to the hospital. Rain was groaning in pain and I was dying. I held her head. Tears are streaming from my eyes. Oh God! Please don’
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Seventy One
Rachel’s POVPain changes people. Some people become softer after suffering.Others become dangerous. I became both.At fifteen, while other girls worried about makeup and crushes, I was learning how to break someone’s nose properly.How to escape chokeholds. How to disarm attackers.The boxing gym became my second home. It also serves as an outlet for all the emotions I bottled inside. Even though it smelled like sweat, blood, old leather, and determination, they are not bigger than my problems. Every bruise on my sister’s body fueled me. Every tear she hid. Every fake smile. Every freaking hospital visit.I carried all of it into training. Punch after punch. Soon boxing became taekwondo too. Then self-defense classes.Then street fighting techniques from women who’d survived worse things than me. I learned fast because rage is a powerful teacher. It was pressure and urgency combined.I didn’t let my
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Seventy
Rachel’s POVI noticed the first bruise on a Tuesday.I remember because my sister came home carrying groceries and humming softly under her breath like she was trying too hard to act normal.But the second she reached for a plate above the sink, her sleeve slipped slightly. And I saw it.Dark purple fingerprints wrapped around her wrist.My stomach dropped instantly. “What happened, Rain?”She jerked her hand away too quickly. “N…Nothing.”“That’s nothing.” My eyes widened.
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Sixty Nine
Rachel’s POVThe guest house slowly became our prison.It sat far behind the main mansion, hidden behind tall trees and trimmed hedges like something shameful nobody wanted visitors to see. From my bedroom window, I could still see the lights from the main house glowing warmly every night.Sometimes I stood there for hours watching silhouettes move behind the giant windows. Laughing. Eating together. Living like a real family. Without us.The only people around us were hired caregivers who changed constantly because my stepmother always found fault with them.Nothing was ever enough for her. And our father listened to every single thing she said like her words were law. I hated him for that more than anything.I started becoming scared of speaking because of her. Every mistake felt dangerous. If I broke a glass, she’d sigh loudly and say, “Wasteful. Just like her mother.”If I cried, she’d roll her eyes. “Crocodile tears
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Sixty Eight
Rachel’s POVSleep never came easily anymore. For years, it’s been like this. I recalled the evening.“Why are you doing this?” Richard asked. “None of your business.” I spat. “Be a good boy and don’t tell your wife” and I walked away. I got into the car and drove off. From my rearview mirror, I could see him standing there; he had been glued to a spot.I lay on my side, staring at the ceiling while the rain tapped softly against the window. The room was dark except for the faint light slipping through the curtains. Everyone else was asleep. But not me.Not when the past always came crawling back at night.I closed my eyes slowly.And just like that, I was a child again.**************************26 years agoThe mansion was beautiful.That was the first thing everyone always said about it.Beautiful marble floors. Giant chandeliers. Expensive paintings hanging on walls taller than most houses. Fresh flowers every morning. Long dining tables that could seat twenty people at once.
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Sixty Seven
Richard’s POVThe room stayed silent. What did he just say? Was he sure of what he was saying? He began going through some papers and I looked beside me. Just like I expected. Tessa was deep in thought. She remembered it. The investigator looked up. “Mr. and Mrs. Anderson ’ll be going now but I’ll be sure to keep you updated” the investigator said. I joined him. “Thank you sir” I shook his hand. “ Let me see you to the door” I turned and Tessa was smiling. It was the same old smile she does in gatherings with rich people. I gestured for the man at the door. Once we were out of the house I cleared my throat. “ Sir, please, I'd like to make a request,” he turned towards me squarely. “Please if you find anything on my wife’s sister, please tell me first. As you can see, she’s already emotional”The investigator nodded. “ I noticed” I watched him get into his car and drive off. Ok getting back into the house, I was
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Ninety Nine
Richard's POV I was flipping through the structural renderings on my desk, scanning through elevations and floor loads that somehow felt less important now than they used to. My mind had been trailing behind all morning stuck somewhere between the sharp edges of Camilla’s smile an
آخر تحديث : 2026-04-04Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Ninety Six
Richard's POV I was flipping through the structural renderings on my desk, scanning through elevations and floor loads that somehow felt less important now than they used to. My mind had been trailing behind all morning stuck somewhere between the sharp edges of Camilla’s smile and the distant c
آخر تحديث : 2026-04-03Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Ninety Three
Everyone else had already left for the day. A soft glow from the recessed ceiling lights lit the corridor leading to the executive lounge. I’d returned to grab the documents for tomorrow’s press conference… the last batch of press kits had just arrived, and I needed to review them personally. B
آخر تحديث : 2026-04-03Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Ninety Seven
The corridors of Anderson Global always had this sterile quiet around noon. Most of the staff were either at lunch or hidden behind frosted glass panels. I preferred it that way… it meant less chit-chat, less curious eyes. I clutched the thin manila folder in my hand… a revised schematic update
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