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Chapter Sixty Seven
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Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Seven
Camilla’s POVThe first thing I did when I woke up was remind myself of one simple truth: Last night meant nothing.It didn’t matter that I spent the better part of my night dragging a drunk Richard Anderson into a hotel room, holding him upright as he threw up everything he’d numbed himself with, then listened to him cry about the woman he once loved, me... without knowing I was the one standing there, wiping his mouth with the edge of a hotel towel.That man had broken me once. I was only here to make sure he felt it twice as deep.And yet, the image of him curled up on that bed, muttering “Tessa” like it was the only name he remembered stayed with me longer than I wanted.I’d left him before he woke. Gave the hotel attendant instructions to take care of him. Left the room tidy, the whiskey bottle in the trash, his folded clothes on the armchair.It was almost too caring for someone bent on revenge.But I reminded myself again... what I did was damage control, not affection.Richard
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Six
Richard’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sharp sting of daylight bleeding through partially drawn curtains.The second thing? The pounding in my head, like a jackhammer drilling straight into my skull.“Ugh…” I groaned, shielding my eyes with one hand while pushing myself into a seated position with the other. My throat was parched. My limbs were heavy. My mouth tasted like I’d gargled rust and regret.Where the hell was I?I blinked, forcing my eyes to adjust to the unfamiliar room. It didn’t take long to recognize the soft beige tones, the classic hotel carpeting, the tray of untouched water and Advil on the bedside table.I was in a hotel suite.Wearing… a robe?I looked down at myself… my shirt was gone. My pants, too. Hell, even my socks. I was neatly wrapped in a plush white robe I definitely didn’t remember putting on. The belt was tied loosely at my waist. My chest bare. My l
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Five
I turned back toward him, slowly, my pulse catching in my throat. He was facing the ceiling now, one hand flung over his eyes, the other clenched against his chest. “I should’ve protected you,” he murmured, barely coherent. “I should’ve believed you…” I stood still, caught in a tide of emotion I couldn’t explain. Watching him unravel like that… like the years had never passed… like he wasn’t a powerful CEO anymore but just a man… a man drowning in grief. He whispered again. “I was guilty, they told me you jumped off the cliff. I kept secrets from you that made you… didn’t love me anymore.” A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, the kind that sounded more like a sob. “But that wasn’t true, was it?” he continued, voice cracking. “I never stopped loving you. I just… I let everything turned me to something else. I let my ego destroy us.” My throat tightened. I wanted to move. To tell him to shut up. To
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Four
I stood frozen for a second, hand still resting on the doorknob, heart thudding harder than I wanted to admit. I should’ve just walked away. I should’ve let him sit there in his pool of regrets and self-pity and whiskey. But something about the way he looked so… hollow— like a man sitting in the wreckage of a world he couldn’t fix… made something shift inside me. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was just weakness. Or maybe it was the remnants of a past I swore I’d buried deep. Either way, I turned around. The bottle was already halfway to his lips again when I stepped forward. “No,” I said firmly, grabbing it before he could drink. He looked at me, blinking slowly as if trying to process what I’d just done. “Camilla—” “Enough, Richard,” I cut in, my voice more tired than angry. He didn’t argue. That was the part that surprised me the most. No witty remark. No sharp retort. Just silence, and the kind of resignation you only see in someone who’s been holding up too many cru
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Three
The day had been long. Longer than most. Even after everything that happened, the stolen project, the chaos, the silent tension between everyone on the executive floor… my face remained composed. But inside… everything felt like it was shifting.I had spent hours in my office, keeping my head down, working through files while the storm brewed quietly in Richard’s. I could sense his presence without needing to look up. The energy around him was… heavy. Like something had broken and was trying, desperately, not to bleed out.It wasn’t my business. At least, not outwardly.I had my own part to play.I gathered my things slowly when the clock finally blinked 7:42 p.m. Christine had texted earlier that Zane had eaten and was already curled up in bed with his favorite bedtime story. That was my signal to breathe. I was free to go.I reached for my handbag, pushing a pen behind my ear as I took one last glance at the work I’d pushed aside most of the day. I stacked the files, slipped my lapt
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Sixty Two
Camilla’s POV 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 for project’s upper level eco-balcony integration. It wasn’t urgent, but Richard had asked me to bring it up once it was ready, and I had just finalized it. I figured I’d get it over with before grabbing a late lunch. I adjusted my blazer and nudged his office door open with a soft knock. “Mr. Anderson—” I stopped. Richard was standing behind his desk, one hand gripping the edge, the other fisted in his hair like he was seconds away from ripping it out. His back was half-turned toward me, but I could see his knuckles pale and
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