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Chapter Thirteen
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Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty Five
Richard's POV After the meeting with the investors, I slipped my hand into my pocket, planning to check my phone, only to realize it wasn’t there.I froze for a second, patting my suit jacket, then the other pocket. Empty. My brows drew together. I could’ve sworn I’d had it when I left the house. Maybe I was more distracted than I thought this morning. The meeting had gone well, I think... I’d nodded in the right places, answered questions, even shook hands when it ended. But my mind hadn’t really been in that room.It was with her.Tessa.I left the investors’ office with a knot tightening in my chest. I had this nagging feeling that today needed to be the day I made things right. She hadn’t said much to me in days. She hadn’t smiled. And each time I tried to speak, to explain, she shut down. Everytime i approach her… the way she looked at me, the quiet in her eyes... I knew I was losing her, and if I didn’t act now, she’d be gone.I drove back to the house, faster than I should’ve,
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty Five
Richard's POV After the meeting with the investors, I slipped my hand into my pocket, planning to check my phone, only to realize it wasn’t there.I froze for a second, patting my suit jacket, then the other pocket. Empty. My brows drew together. I could’ve sworn I’d had it when I left the house. Maybe I was more distracted than I thought this morning. The meeting had gone well, I think... I’d nodded in the right places, answered questions, even shook hands when it ended. But my mind hadn’t really been in that room.It was with her.Tessa.I left the investors’ office with a knot tightening in my chest. I had this nagging feeling that today needed to be the day I made things right. She hadn’t said much to me in days. She hadn’t smiled. And each time I tried to speak, to explain, she shut down. Everytime i approach her… the way she looked at me, the quiet in her eyes... I knew I was losing her, and if I didn’t act now, she’d be gone.I drove back to the house, faster than I should’ve,
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty Four
When I opened my eyes from what felt like a nightmare, everything was dark. Not the peaceful kind of dark you get in your room at night. No. This darkness felt invasive... like it crawled beneath my skin, like it had hands wrapped around my throat. I tried to move. Tried to sit up. That’s when the panic hit me full force... I was tied down. Wrists strapped tightly to the sides of the bed, ankles the same. A tight band coiled around my abdomen, anchoring me. The air was cold, damp. The faint creaking beneath me told me this wasn’t solid ground. It was moving… swaying. Water. I was on a boat. I bit down on a scream. My breathing quickened. My chest rose and fell so fast it burned. What is happening? A small door creaked open. I blinked hard toward the light that spilled in, and that’s when I saw him... the man in scrubs and a surgical mask. His gloved hands held a cl
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty Three
The next morning, the house was quiet.Too quiet.No soft creak of shoes pacing across the floor. No sharp clicks from Stacy’s cane tapping through the hallway. Just the low, rhythmic splash of water coming from the kitchen.I padded down the stairs slowly, my fingertips grazing the rail. My chest was still heavy from yesterday. A part of me wanted to believe things could settle, that silence might mean peace... but it didn’t. Not anymore.I stepped into the kitchen and found Lydia at the sink, humming softly to herself as she washed the dishes.She turned when she heard me. “Morning, Madam.”“Morning,” I replied, voice barely above a whisper.She dried her hands on a towel and added, “Mr. Richard left early. Said he had some errands. And Miss Stacy… she’s out for her hospital check up.”I nodded absently. “Thanks.”But my brain was already far ahead. Stacy was gone... for now. Richard wasn’t here. The air felt lighter, but not in a comforting way... more like the kind of stillness be
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty Two
I didn’t realize how fast the walls could close in… until I had no choice but to stay.It started with the silence. Not the peaceful kind… but the heavy kind. The kind that made every sound feel like an intrusion. The ticking clock. The creak of floorboards. Even my own breathing.After Richard took the phone from my hand and made that deal… I stopped being his wife.I became his hostage.It didn’t matter that I walked the halls freely or had a key to every room and just like that, the house that once felt warm, even if complicated, became cold and unfamiliar. The very walls betrayed me.In the days that follow
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty One
TESSA’S POVWhen I heard the front door open, I didn’t even turn around.My hands didn’t stop moving, though. I kept folding clothes neatly, methodically, like staying busy would stop me from crumbling.He was home.And I was halfway through packing my life into a single suitcase.He entered the room in silence. No demand, no anger. Just quiet footsteps that came to a stop behind me. “Tessa,” he said, and just that… My name.I kept folding.“I’m leaving,” I said plainly, my voice steady even though my hands trembled slightly. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. &l
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