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Chapter Eight

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When I got home, I was greeted by the maid at the door with a polite bow of her head.

“Welcome, sir.”

I gave a distracted nod and walked past her, my mind still clouded by the earlier visit to the hospital. My legs carried me up the stairs on instinct. I needed to talk to Tessa. Needed the grounding of her presence to silence the noise in my head.

But the room was empty.

No shoes by the side of the bed.
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  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter One Hundred-Seventy Four

    Richard’s POVAll through the night I barely slept. I kept tossing and turning in bed. Every time I shut my eyes, I hear Rachel’s voice again. Her words sat inside my chest like poison. By morning, I looked terrible. Big eye bags that could sink a ship. When Tessa asked, I told her I was working overnight. She asked me not to do that again because I looked like shit. I nodded. I felt like shit. I loosened my tie while staring at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror. Bloodshot eyes. Tension in my jaw. Exhaustion was written all over my face. Rachel knew about Thailand. How? I ran a hand through my hair. She was really going to destroy my marriage. I splashed water on my face roughly before grabbing my phone and calling Eric.“I need to see you, man.”His tone immediately sharpened. “Something happened?”“Yes.”“Office?”“No. Somewhere private.”An hour later, we sat inside Eric’s private lounge above his

  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter One Hundred-Seventy Three

    Richard’s POVI couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rachel standing in that warehouse. The way she said, ‘yes me’. It was calm. And cold. Ice cold.The expression on her face when she spoke made it clear that it was of no use telling her to stop. It was like she had already made up her mind years ago.However, none of that altered the fact that she had admitted to sending the threats. Of course, she warned me not to say a word to Tessa or else she would deal with me. I’m not scared but I wonder what she has up her sleeve.To my wife. Her sister now. I wondered how long Rachel had known that Tessa was her sister

  • 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 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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  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Ninety Four

    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 fold

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-03

  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Ninety One

    Richard’s POV I didn’t need to shout. I didn’t even need to raise my voice. The silence in my office was already loud enough… the kind that settles just before a storm levels a city. The air was stiff, the weight of bet

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-02

  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Eighty Eight

    The hallway was silent when I stepped out of the elevator. Almost too silent. 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

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