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Chapter Fifty Five

Author: Tee Growrich
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Stacy’s POV

I’d driven for two hours straight without stopping… my heels on the gas pedal, my mind a maze of questions I couldn’t let go of. Something about Camilla Jones felt off. Too poised. Too perfect. Too… familiar.

I’d seen her with Richard too many times now. The way he looked at her. The way she seemed to carry pieces of a ghost we all thought was buried.

Tessa.

No. I reminded myself, Tessa is dead. I made sure of it.

But there’s something about the eyes, the way she smiles… polished, professional, but never quite empty.

And if there’s even the smallest chance that woman is still breathing, then I need to know what she’s planning.

Which brought me here, to a small house tucked away in the quieter part of the city. No cameras, no busybodies. Just peeling paint on wooden walls and the occasional dog barking in the distance.

I smoothed out the front of my blouse and stepped out of the car, clicking the door shut behind me with intention. The concrete path leading up to the porch
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  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Fifty Five

    Stacy’s POVI’d driven for two hours straight without stopping… my heels on the gas pedal, my mind a maze of questions I couldn’t let go of. Something about Camilla Jones felt off. Too poised. Too perfect. Too… familiar.I’d seen her with Richard too many times now. The way he looked at her. The way she seemed to carry pieces of a ghost we all thought was buried.Tessa.No. I reminded myself, Tessa is dead. I made sure of it.But there’s something about the eyes, the way she smiles… polished, professional, but never quite empty. And if there’s even the smallest chance that woman is still breathing, then I need to know what she’s planning.Which brought me here, to a small house tucked away in the quieter part of the city. No cameras, no busybodies. Just peeling paint on wooden walls and the occasional dog barking in the distance.I smoothed out the front of my blouse and stepped out of the car, clicking the door shut behind me with intention. The concrete path leading up to the porch

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

    Stacy’s POV I hated the way her name slid off his tongue. Camilla. He said it so casually, like she meant everything, just another architect working on his project. But I could hear the difference. The way his voice softened around her. The way his eyes lit up when she walked into the room. I wasn’t stupid. I’d known Richard long enough to recognize the signs. The quiet interest. The way he lingered around her office. The small smiles he thought no one noticed. And worst of all? She didn’t even try. Camilla Jones waltzed into our world with her tidy little resume and her too perfect curls, like she owned the place. All grace and calm confidence, the kind that made other women shrink in comparison. She didn’t flirt. She didn’t pander. She didn’t need to. Somehow, she still managed to hold his attention without lifting a finger. And he… he kept drifting closer. I saw it in the little things. How he let her son come to work. How he defended her when I pointed it out. How he star

  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Fifty Three

    Camilla’s POV The door clicked softly behind Richard as he stepped out, his usual scent woodsy, expensive, frustratingly familiar still hanging faintly in the air. The space grew quiet again, except for the low hum of the AC and the sound of Zane’s soft breathing from the sofa nearby. He had dozed off after lunch, his tiny fingers still clutching the corner of the sketchbook we’d been playing with earlier. I turned back to my desk, intending to organize my design files for VanderTech, but then I noticed it on the laptop. He had been sitting there moments ago, walking me through some architectural reference documents. I assumed he’d shut it. But he hadn’t. The screen was still on. His profile logged in. A confidential folder still open on the screen. He must’ve thought he’d logged out. I didn’t touch it. Not immediately. I just stared at the screen, at the highlighted document a

  • Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute   Chapter Fifty Two

    Richard's POVIt started with a small smile.The first time Zane walked into my office, he barely looked up from the stuffed dino he had tucked under his arm. But by the third visit, he was already tugging at the corner of my suit jacket, asking if I had any more of “those minty candies” I kept in the drawer.I didn’t know when it started exactly, the way he grew on me.Maybe it was the way he lit up when Camilla walked into the room. Maybe it was the way he laughed without reservation or how he’d sketch little superheroes on scraps of blueprints with a pencil twice his hand size.Whatever it was, it snuck up on me fast and settled deep.Zane started coming to the office more frequently. Camilla had said he was on a short break between terms, and while I offered to help find a sitter, she’d simply said, “He’s better off with me.”So most mornings, I’d hear the tiny patter of feet down the corridor before I even saw him.

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

    The office was unusually quiet. Even the ticking of the clock on the far wall seemed to soften as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the floor. Zane was curled up on the small leather sofa beneath the window, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm, completely lost to sleep. I’d dimmed the lights slightly, pulled a light jacket over him, and let him be. My laptop screen glowed in front of me, emails left unread, a design half-rendered. I couldn’t focus, not with the day we’d had. A soft knock came at the door, followed by the sound of it opening before I could answer. I looked up. Richard. He stood in the doorway, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, a faint weariness in his eyes that made him look softer. Less... curated. His gaze landed on Zane, and something changed in his posture… he took a step in, slowly, like he didn’t want to wake him. “He’s asleep?

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

    Camilla’s POVFive days. That’s how long I’d stayed away from the office. Five days of caring for Zane, monitoring his temperature every two hours, nursing him back to health with homemade soups and constant cuddles. Caleb had been amazing, checking in every morning and night, and even dropping by twice to ensure Zane’s fever had fully broken. Christine, as always, had been my quiet strength, managing the house, fussing over us both, and humming her Yoruba lullabies while she stirred pepper soup in the kitchen. But today, Zane insisted on coming with me. “I’m fine now, Mum,” he said this morning, swinging his legs as he sat at the edge of my bed. “I wanna go to work with you. Just for today. Please?” How could I say no to that face? He wore a little button-up shirt and jeans with sneakers, hugging his favorite book under one arm and clinging to my hand with the other. I made sure to pa

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