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Chapter Eighty Two

作者: T. Hush
last update 公開日: 2025-08-21 23:45:00
I sat alone in my office, the city lights glittering coldly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I saw no need to go home. Whom was I going to see there? I sighed leaning back on my chair.

The conference call had ended ten minutes ago, but I hadn’t moved. My jaw still ached from forcing out apologies to the investors.

“I deeply regret the disruption caused by recent events,” I had told them. “What happened with Stacy at the launch of Camilla’s project was… unfortunate. We are handling it intern
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  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter One Hundred-Sixty Two

    Camilla’s POVONE WEEK LATER The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers. But this time was different. Madam Clarisse was getting better. I could see it with my eyes but that did not take away the fact that her recovery was going to be a long one. Madam Clarisse sat on the edge of the bed, looking frailer than I had ever seen her, but her eyes still held that familiar steel. The doctors had finally cleared her for discharge after days of monitoring. The bullet had missed vital organs by a miracle, but the recovery had been slow and painful because she was older. Richard helped her into a wheelchair, his face tight with worry and relief. I stood nearby, holding Zane’s hand. My son looked up at his grandmother with wide eyes, still processing everything that had happened. He had been asking me questions, and I was running crazy, finding ways not only to evade them but also to give vague answers. The minds of children always wowed me.Just before we left the room, Richa

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

    Stacy’s POV For a weird reason, I felt uncomfortable. What if that fool fesses up? No! I have to be prepared. I went into the bedroom and took out my bag. I was shoving clothes into it while staring at my phone. No phone call. My heart was pounding. And just like I expected, the phone rang while I was packing the last of my things into a small black duffel bag. I grabbed it and glanced at the screen. My police ally. One of the few I still trusted in this crumbling network. Mr. Crook. A perfect name for a bad man. I answered, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “What?” “The shooter talked,” he said, voice low and urgent. “He gave you up. Full confession. Names, payments, everything. They’re coming for you. Get out now.” I hung up without another word. Immediately I am jolted back to when the issue with Camilla happened before. The way Caleb helped me run. But this time is different. I can handle myself now. The hunger from before stirred inside m

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

    Camilla’s POVI sat in the cold hospital waiting room, staring at the sterile white walls until they blurred. Until I couldn’t tell what I was looking at.Madam Clarisse was still in surgery. The doctors said the bullet had missed vital organs by centimeters, but she had lost a lot of blood. She was stable for now, but I was scared of losing her, even after all that had transpired between us. She was now scored on my heart after what had happened last. But that wasn’t what kept replaying in my mind.It was Harley—my best friend.The woman who had stood by me through every storm. The one who held me when I thought Richard had betrayed me. She was the one who had laughed with me, cried with me, fought for me.Why would she want me dead?The police said the shooter had mistaken Madam Clarisse for me because we were wearing the same basketball jersey—the one Harley had given me as a gift after our time at the beach. Madam Clarisse had seen it and said she liked it. I never knew she went

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

    I shook my head quickly. “ No I’m okay. You may leave.” My voice came out differently than I expected. She nodded and walked away. No way was I going to be scared of her. My heart was still beating fast because I drove home like a woman possessed.My hands had gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The image of Rachel meeting Stacy in that parking lot burned behind my eyes. I was racing to tell Richard and this is what I met? I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. I stared at my hands and they were shaking. I will never be scared of her! I jogged upstairs. “Richard!” I yelled. He didn’t answer. Oh gosh, I hope he hasn’t left again. There will be no better time to tell him than today. He needed to know. He had to listen this time. Rachel wasn’t just strange, she was dangerous. She was connected to the woman who had tried to destroy us. If I tell him that, I hope he won’t say I was lying.

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

    I couldn’t let it go. Wouldn’t even try it. The suspicion had taken root so deeply inside me that it felt like a living thing, twisting and growing with every breath I took. Rachel. I watched her like a hawk and found out something. There was a way she moved through our house as if she belonged there. Why? What could be giving her this much courage? I watched the way Zane had grown so comfortable with her so quickly. That was also weird. I thought about it for a moment but I was too caught up in my own problems to see it for myself. Then those drunken words she had spat at me that night. That I didn’t deserve this. What did she know? In all honesty, she should be fired. And the last one, the late-night phone call I had overheard. She immediately said she was not on a call. I knew for a fact that if someone came up being too defensive over something it meant, there was something to h

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

    Camilla’s POV All night long, I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing around. At the first crack of dawn, I sprang up from bed and went straight to work. I was so early and didn’t even wake Richard up. I wrote him a note. He would understand. I went to work but it was hard. It was like there was a heavy weight in my chest that refused to leave. The office felt like a refuge and a cage at the same time. I sat behind my desk, staring at the computer screen without really seeing it. At some point, it got blurry and I wondered if it was a computer in front of me. My mind kept replaying the events of the party, Stacy’s unexpected appearance, Rachel’s drunken outburst, and the stone thrown through our window. Everything felt connected, yet I had no proof. Just a growing sense of dread that something was very wrong inside my own home. I had a feeling that if I kept quiet or took everything at face value, I might not survive all this. I have to do something. I picked up the phone and dialed t

  • 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-04
  • Dear 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-03
  • Dear 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-03
  • 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-03
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