All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter One Hundred-One

Camilla's POV The morning light spilled across our kitchen table like liquid gold. I stood at the counter watching Richard help Zane cut his pancakes into careful triangles. My son’s laughter filled the room — bright, unguarded, the kind of sound I once believed I would never hear again. Richard’s sleeves were rolled up, his hair still messy from sleep, and every few seconds he would lean down and kiss the top of Zane’s head.This was our new normal.No more late-night emergency meetings. No more inheritance battles. No more secrets hanging over us like swords. Richard had stepped down from the aggressive side of Anderson Enterprises three months ago. He kept a small advisory role, but the ruthless empire-building was over. He chose us. Every single day, he chose us.I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek against his back. He smelled like coffee and home.“You’re spoiling him,” I murmured, smiling.“He deserves to be spoiled,” Richard replied

Chapter One Hundred-Two

The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed with a low, clinical vibration that made my teeth ache. The air here was thick with the smell of scorched coffee, I sat on a hard plastic chair in the hallway, my hands folded tightly in my lap, staring at the scuffed linoleum.In my bag was a folder. Inside that folder was the evidence Caleb had tried to bury: the log of the private transport, the forged passport details for "Lara Vance," and a sworn statement I had spent the last three hours meticulously detailing for the detective in Room 4.I was ending it. I was ripping the "quiet" out by the roots. If Caleb wanted to choose his sister over his soul, then he could share her cage."Mrs. Anderson?"I looked up. Detective Miller stood in the doorway, his face a weary map of city grit. "We have the warrant for Caleb’s arrest in processing. And we’ve flagged the passport for the Interpol database. If she’s in Europe, we’ll find her."I nodded, my throat feeling like it was filled w

Chapter One Hundred-Three

I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding myself together until Caleb started talking.It was in the way his voice shook. It wasn't loud, not dramatic, but just enough to betray the control he was desperately trying to keep.“She wasn’t always Stacy.”The words landed quietly between us.I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”Caleb swallowed, his gaze dropping to his hands. “Her name… before everything… was Camill”My breath caught. I remembered. My heart burst. He gave me her name.Camilla.Lara was just a fake name. The same name in the forged passport. The same name in the file I had handed over like a weapon. Thank God it was a dream.“I didn’t know at first,” he continued. “When I started tracking the network, she was just another name tied to missing persons, trafficking routes, forged identities. I was chasing ghosts, Camilla. Just… scraps of people.”His voice cracked slightly on the last word.“ I snuck into her room to find more evidence to prosecute her for hurting Zane

Chapter One Hundred-Four

Stacy's POV The sea outside my window looked too calm.I didn’t trust calm things anymore.Not the kind that stretched too wide, too quiet, like it was hiding something underneath. I stood there for a long moment, arms folded, watching the water roll in slow, lazy waves against the shore.It should have been peaceful.It wasn’t.My laptop sat open behind me on the table, the screen dimming in and out like it was trying to get my attention again.That stupid comment.I exhaled sharply and turned away from the window, walking back toward it. The blog page was still open—my writing blog, the one place I allowed myself to exist without lies.Or at least… fewer lies.The comment sat there, unchanged.“You can change your name, but you can’t erase where you came from.”No username.No profile.Just that.I had stared at it for over an hour the night before, reading it over and over until the words started to blur.“You’re being paranoid.”Caleb’s voice echoed in my head from our last call.

Chapter One Hundred-Five

The world didn’t move. I swear it didn't.It shattered.One second, there was laughter, Zane’s bright voice, the clink of cutlery, the low hum of music, and the next, everything collapsed into silence so sharp it rang in my ears.The gun was pointed at me.Her hand didn’t shake.Of course it didn’t.It never had.“Hello, daughter”The name crawled under my skin.I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink.didn’t move. Rather I was worried about camila and Richard and Zane.Because I knew better.Because I remembered.My foster mother smiled, slow and familiar, like she was greeting an old friend instead of aiming a weapon at my chest.“You look well,” she said, tilting her head. “Almost like you forgot where you came from.”My fingers curled slightly against the table.“No,” I said quietly. “I remember.”Her smile widened.“Good.”And then—She moved. It was incredibly fast. The gun came down, not to shoot, but to strike.The metal slammed against my cheek with a sickening crack, and pain exploded

Chapter One Hundred-Six

Camilla's POV Two years later The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, soft and golden, painting the walls in gentle hues. I stood by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, watching Zane chase after a butterfly in the garden below. His laughter rang out clear and bright, the kind of sound I once feared I would never hear again. He was growing so fast. Stronger. Happier. The scars from that terrible night at the construction site had faded, both on his body and in his spirit.Richard came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. I leaned back into him, letting his warmth chase away the last traces of old shadows.“Morning, love,” he murmured. “You’re thinking too much again.”I smiled. “Just grateful. That’s all.”It had been two years since that nightmare ended. Two years since Damien’s burned revenge had nearly destroyed us all. Two years since Richard had walked into that trap on the yacht, ready

Chapter One Hundred-Seven

The text burned on my screen. I blinked. countlessly. *Don’t trust Caleb.*I stared at those three words until they blurred, and I couldn't tell if they were English words.My thumb hovered over the message, ready to delete it, but I couldn’t make myself press the button. Instead, I locked the phone and slipped it into my pocket as if hiding it could make the warning disappear. My heart was pounding. I glanced to the other side. They had already left. Caleb was in the living room with Richard, their low voices drifting toward me. I walked into the house and closed the door slowly. They were laughing about something, old stories, brotherly teasing. I couldn’t actually tell. The sound should have warmed me, just like before. Caleb had been our rock through everything. He had donated blood for Zane. Stood in place as his father while I was exacting my revenge. He had helped pull us from the water that night. He had stood by us when the world tried to tear us apart.But Stacy had been

Chapter One Hundred-Eight

My eyes snapped open. The email from Stacy was the first thing on my mind. I sat up quickly. The light felt too bright, too cheerful for the storm raging inside me and I fell back to bed.Luckily, that did not wake up Richard. He only stirred in his sleep. I had to leave the bedroom before I alerted Richard or even Zane.The cold shower hit my skin like a huge droplet of rain. It was meant to alert me but I couldn't stop shaking. At some point, I began to think I should have used some warm water.I took my bed in double time, jumped into the first clothes I could find, and went straight to my son's bedroom. I put my finger to his nose and sighed. Relief washed over me. He was still alive. Not like I expected him to be dead. A part of me smirked, saying. ‘This is what you get for allowing a potential threat into your home’. Another mind said, ‘But what if Caleb is innocent? You would ruin this beautiful relationship you have all because of an email’.I made sure to close my son's room b

Chapter One Hundred-Nine

Words fail me. At that moment, everything stopped working.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought Caleb could hear it from across the room.He stood in the doorway of Zane’s bedroom, eyes fixed on his phone still clutched in my hands, the cable connecting it to mine. The transfer bar had reached 47%. The folder “Tessa’s Secrets” sat there like a live grenade. The longer I stayed like that the more I felt my brain slow down. At any moment, my brain could lose the ability to make me speak. I forced a smile that felt like it was slicing my face in two. Finally, I cleared my throat, ready to redeem myself. “I… I was checking for new songs,” I blurted out, the lie tumbling free before I could stop it. “We share that playlist, remember? The one with all the indie stuff. I thought you might have some new additions and I wanted to see what you added.”Caleb blinked once. His face was changing. Gone was the wary/ annoyed look. Then he chuckled, low and easy, the same warm sound

Chapter One Hundred-Ten

My foot tapped rapidly against the carpeted floor of my office. It was now a nervous rhythm I couldn’t stop. I sat behind my desk, staring at the computer screen without really seeing it. It was now getting blurry. The cursor blinked mockingly on a static email. My eyes kept darting to my phone lying face-up beside the keyboard, then back to my email.Still no reply from Stacy.I had sent her a short, careful message this morning — nothing confrontational, just asking how she was doing and if she was sure of what she was saying about Caleb. I mean, why would she send me such a message? Why didn’t I even send this message yesterday?Hours had passed. Nothing. The silence felt louder than any accusation.I stood up and paced the length of my office, arms wrapped tightly around myself. What if Caleb knew what I had done? What if he had seen me copying that file? What if the smirk he wore when he came back for his phone wasn’t casual at all?My stomach twisted. If Caleb realized I had take

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