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Chapter Sixty Three
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2025-07-22 23:57:46
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Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Eighty Three
Rain tapped softly against the windshield as I pulled into Madam Clarisse’s driveway. My hands still trembled slightly on the steering wheel for two reasons. Number one, since the shooting we haven’t been here. And now I feel guilty for not visiting. Number two, because of what she had told me on the phone. Part of me didn’t even want to come here. I mean what she could have known about Rachel. I sank deeper into the car.” Gush!!!!” Gosh, I wish I could disappear. Any criticism of my sister? I don’t want to hear it. But another part of me desperately needed someone older, wiser… someone who could tell me I wasn’t losing my mind.Finally, I got myself together and exited the car. The front door opened before I could knock. Madam Clarisse stood there in an elegant cream-colored robe, her sharp eyes immediately softening when she saw me. She was no longer on crutches,s and the heavy bandage on her ankle was long gone. “Oh, Tessa,” she murmured gently. “Come inside. “That gentleness a
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Eighty Two
Tessa’s POV The warm water from the bathroom tap steamed softly against my skin as I washed my face. I stood still, letting the water cascade down my body. My eyes still burned from crying earlier, and no matter how many times I splashed water against my cheeks, I still looked exhausted.Broken, even. It really hurt watching my mother’s pieces getting destroyed—the last thing of hers. I grabbed a towel and stepped out of the bathroom slowly, only to stop when I saw Richard sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I rolled my eyes. What did he want now? I was tired of listening to him talk. He was partly at fault for all this. His expression softened immediately.“Tess,” he said quietly. “Come here.” He patted the bed. I already knew what he wanted. Comfort. Forgiveness. Normalcy. But things can never be the same because he was hiding something from me. Richard stood and walked toward me slowly, his hands reaching for my waist. The second his fingers touched me, my body stiff
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Eighty One
Rachel’s POV While I was deep in thought, I felt a need to turn around. Footsteps entered the kitchen.Richard.The atmosphere changed instantly. I wanted to leave but I couldn't, I mean how?Zane smiled brightly. “Dad!”“Hey buddy,” Richard said. He barely acknowledged him. His attention stayed fixed on me. He was at the fridge before he turned to us. “Zane,” he said calmly, “why don’t you go upstairs for a while?”The little boy frowned. “But I’m helping Aunt Rachel cook.” A smile threatened to grace my lips.“I said go upstairs.” He said in a half-serious voice.Before Zane could move, I spoke casually. “He can stay, he’s just keeping me company.”Richard’s eyes snapped toward me immediately.“It’s fine,” I continued lightly, stirring the soup again. “He’s not bothering anyone.”“Yes, I am Zane, " and I made eye contact and he giggled. When I looked at Richard I almost flinched. For a second, tension thickened the room.Then Zane awkwardly looked between both of us. I think he w
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Eighty
Rachel’s POVSilence.The silence from the other end of the call was deafening. Disturbing even.Then, “What?” Sophia said.I told her everything. The cellar. The strangling. The threats.When I finished, Stacy sounded furious. Or maybe I was just imagining it.“Don’t worry,” she said sharply. “Richard will regret this. We already have something against him.”I frowned weakly. “What do you mean?”“I can’t explain everyt
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Seventy Nine
Rachel’s POVSighing, I gave Zane one last look before heading to the cellar. I knew that was where Richard would be. It was the only place that had no CCTV. I closed the door softly and walked in. The cellar smelled of dust and damp wood when I stepped inside. Richard stood in the shadows, waiting. Looking around, there was no sign of Richard. I even checked the inner cellar, still nothing. It was after a mouse ran out of its corner that I saw him. His eyes darkened with murderous intent. My heart pounded. “You lied to me, ” I whispered. His face darkened instantly. “You said you would not tell your wife anything. What were you telling Tessa about? You pushed me to the wall so I had to talk about Thailand— Before I could move, his hands wrapped around my throat. I clawed at him, gasping, until my knee slammed into his stomach. He staggered back, breathing hard.“You should’ve stayed quiet, Rachel,” he hissed.I coughed, gripping my neck. “About Thailand? About your secret son? Or
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter One Hundred-Seventy Eight
Rachel’s POV The elevator stopped with a soft ding and slid open. The apartment number she had given me glowed faintly on the door at the end of the corridor. I squinted, double-checking the message on my phone. Was this really the place? It looked too ordinary for someone like her. I sighed and walked, despite the hesitation in my legs. I took out my phone and dialed her number. It rang only twice before she picked up.“Hello?” Her voice was high-pitched from the other end of the call.“Are you home?” I asked, keeping my voice low as my eyes kept darting around like a thief. I stopped in front of that door. “Oh, you’re here?” Her tone was calm, almost amused. “Come on in.”The door clicked open before I could knock. She smiled and immediately went back. I stepped inside, the hallway light spilling into the apartment like a hesitant guest maybe because it saw me. Stacy stood there in the soft glow of a single lamp, dressed in a simple black robe, her dark hair loose around her sh
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
Dernière mise à jour : 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
Dernière mise à jour : 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
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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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