LOGINShare
Chapter Twenty Three
Last Updated:
2025-06-15 23:51:07
Latest chapter
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
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Twenty
RICHARD’S POV The hospital lights were blindingly white. Stacy lay unconscious on the stretcher as they wheeled her away, Rita jogging beside them, feeding the nurse half-truths and careful words. My fists clenched at my sides, and my heart pounded not because Stacy was slipping, but because I knew Tessa had seen through it. Every part of it. And I let it happen. I was stuck in this cold corridor, jaw tight, blood buzzing behind my eyes. My mind wasn’t in that hospital. It was back in our kitchen. With her. Tessa. I could still see her face… the shock, the disbelief, the pain twisting every beautiful feature. The glass of orange juice, the trembling in Stacy’s voice, and the way Tessa just stood there... frozen. No. Not frozen. Broken. Stacy’s collapse had happened fast. One moment she was on the floor, gasping, her knees buckling. I couldn’t think. Fear took over. I scooped her into my arms, carried her to the car like I was clutching life itself, and drove… no, I raced to the
Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute Chapter Nineteen
She moved her head slightly towards me. “He’s planning to divorce you, Tessa. After the surgery. He’s just… waiting until I’m strong enough.” I wanted to scream. To demand proof. To fight. But instead, I stood there, unmoving, stunned into silence. Something inside me cracked. Not all at once... but quietly, painfully. Like a hairline fracture spreading through bone.Stacy adjusted slowly. “I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of all this. I really am.” My gaze dropped to the table just as she reached for the pitcher beside her. Orange juice. Wait. Something flickered in my memory... Rita saying Stacy had a citrus allergy. Stacy herself avoiding oranges completely since her arrival. But now, she poured herself a full glass with perfectly steady hands. I narrowed my eyes. “You’re allergic to that.” Her head tilted slightly. “Am I?” She raised the glass and drank without hesitation. Every drop. A few seconds passed. Then her body jerked. She dropped the glass, clutching her thr
You may also like
You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone
Cora Smith666.1K viewsFlash Marriage: A Billionaire For A Rebound
LiLhyz697.3K viewsDear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!
RaeV628.2K viewsOne Night With Mr Billionaire
Sun girl637.9K viewsEx-Wife Returns: Billionaire's Second Chance
Rancho Nguyen841 viewsPregnant For My Ex-Fiancé’s Father
Momo5.7K viewsUntil Paperwork Do Us Part
LadyBB70 viewsHe Was Never Supposed To Stay
Danny Wordsmith72 views
