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Chapter Thirty Eight

Author: T. Hush
last update publish date: 2025-06-29 15:11:06

I loved the restaurant for its silence.

The kind of silence that forced you to listen to your own breathing, to the clink of forks in the distance, to the unspoken thoughts swelling between every line of conversation. It was intimate, yes... but not romantic. That was the trick. Soft enough to lower his guard, but sharp enough for me to stay in control.

I sat by the window, the daylight washing over my skin, casting delicate shadows over the high collar of my beige silk blouse. My hair a bit
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    Richard’s POV “What?” I took a step back like I had been smacked in the face.“You heard me well Richard” she put her hands on her waist and looked away. I grabbed her by the hand. “Look at me, Tessa.” She tried to yank her hands away from me but I held her. “Tell me you mean this” Tessa could not look at me.“All I know is that you are causing me pain and I don’t want that” she mumbled. Her voice was breaking. “Tessa please don’t do this, we can talk about this” I begged but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. She kept shaking her head and wouldn’t talk or look at me. ***************************************************************************************************The word divorce followed me out of the bedroom like a gunshot. Even after I slammed the door behind me, I could still hear Tessa crying upstairs. I had never made her cry after Stacy. Now look what I have done. I walked downstairs slowly, tension burning through my chest. I hoped Zane was nowhere close. I let out a breat

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

    Tessa’s POVI swallowed and nodded for her to continue. “Madam Clarisse continued. “ I tried calling out to Rachel but she ran and disappeared…” she said slowly, “I think she got into a taxi.”My breath caught instantly. “What?” A cold feeling spread through my chest. If she had been in the house that time, how come she said she was kidnapped? I glanced at Madam Clarisse and thought of Rachel. Which one of them was telling the truth?No, that didn’t mean anything. Rachel would never lie about something as serious as a kidnapping. Why? I shook my head. It couldn’t.Right?Madam Clarisse reached over and touched my hand gently. “I’m not telling you this to hurt you, Tessa.” Then her voice lowered slightly. “I’m telling you because sometimes the women closest to us become the ones we fail to see clearly.”The room suddenly felt too warm. Too small. And for the first time since all of this started…I realized I was becoming afraid to go home.******************************By the time I r

  • 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

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    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

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    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

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    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 wa

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    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 wa

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

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

    Camilla’s POVI wrapped the silk robe tighter around me as I stepped out into the quiet living room, my bare feet brushing against the soft rug beneath me. The scent of fresh jasmine floated through the open window, dancing with the early afternoon breeze. I hadn’t set an alarm. No email

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