All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Richard’s POV I stumbled backward so fast I nearly tripped over the edge of the bed. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Sophia lay there, completely naked, the sheet barely covering her waist, looking up at me with sleepy, satisfied eyes and a soft smile on her lips. “Richard… good morning,” she purred, stretching lazily like a cat in the sun. “Last night was… incredible.” My stomach lurched. I looked down at myself — shirt gone, pants still on but unbuttoned, belt loose. My head pounded with a heavy, unnatural fog. The last thing I remembered clearly was drinking that wine. The bitterness. The dizziness. Then nothing. 

Richard’s POVI walked back into the living room with my phone still warm in my hand, the lie already forming on my tongue. My heart thundered. What if she didn’t believe me? Oh God! At Les, I have to try. Camilla looked up from the couch where she was reading a book to Zane. She had heard that call and what Zane said. I could imagine the many things going through her mind. Her eyes were tired but full of trust. That trust gutted me more than anything Sophia could have said. When we went back together after what Stacy did, I never thought I would be the person to break that trust. “Who was that?” she asked softly, setting the book aside. She tried to act like she didn’t care but I knew that was a lie—a blatant one. I forced a casual smile and sat down beside her, pulling Zane onto my lap. “Just work. Sophia called about some details on the contract. Nothing important. She’s being difficult as usual, but I handled it.” The Lie fell freely from my mouth and I hated myself the more f

Camilla’s POVI looked up at the dying fluorescent at the police station and let out a deep breath. Waiting was not fun. Especially when the answer to your question is on the other side of the police station. The side of the person who was also waiting to be rescued or waiting to be put away forever. I sat in the cold waiting room between Milan, Richard’s lawyer, and Harley, who had rushed over the moment she heard my voice on the phone.My hands were clasped so tightly in my lap that my nails left deep marks in my skin. I let go almost immediately, scared that it would make my skin go red again. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh and unforgiving. I stared at the dying light, the one that kept blinking. That was the only way I knew we were not trapped in time or a slow motion.Milan sprung up like he had been beaten by an ant, pacing in front of us, his face flushed with frustration. “This is ridiculous. Sexual assault charges are serious, but they’re denying bail withou

Richard’s POV I woke up to an empty bed.The space beside me was cold, the sheets untouched. Camilla hadn’t slept here last night. I expected it after what happened yesterday.I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, my body aching from the hard mattress in the holding cell. Every muscle protested as I sat up. My back was stiff, my shoulders sore, and a dull headache throbbed behind my eyes. The orange jumpsuit had left invisible marks on my skin — or maybe those were just the marks on my soul.I rubbed my face with both hands, remembering the fight. The way Camilla had looked at me with tears in her eyes, the pain and disbelief in her voice when she said she didn’t believe I was innocent. The way she had pulled away when I tried to touch her.I had lost her trust.Again.I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at my reflection. I looked exhausted. Haunted. The man who once held a bomb lever to save his family now looked like he was

Camilla’s POV I walked beside her in silence. It was torturous, if I might add.  The gravel crunched under our feet as we moved past the front of our estate, the morning air cool against my skin. Anyone looking from a distance would think this was normal, two women taking a quiet walk. Only if they knew. Madam Clarisse didn’t speak immediately.  It was annoying. She walked with her usual poise, chin slightly lifted, like she was above everything, including me. I didn’t say anything either. Waiting for her to break the ice. If she brought me out here to intimidate me, she was wasting her time.