บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. "Camila please tell me you heard that?” Harley said as we moved a bit away from Rachel. I nodded. “Yes loud and clear”“And what do you say about that?” Harley narrowed her eyes at me. “I… I… don’t know I think she’s not in her right senses”Harley threw her hands up in the air. “There we go again. You like this girl and you defend her a lot”“Come on Harley, did you not see her eyes? She's drunk. I can't judge her on just this occasion, it will be unfair”“But Camilla I once heard—”I raised my hand. “ Harley, please now is not the time to assess my drunk maid’s attitude we need to find my son”“Oh yes. I almost forgot about that” I gasped. “You forgot?”“I almost said, "she chuckled. “You don't have to worry, your son is in the house we just need to look carefully’So we left Rachel standing there, drunk and bitter, and continued searching for Zane.The whole house was turned upside down I mean with people inside it and not knowing what was

The rest of the evening ended on a sour note. Nothing they did there excited me. I couldn’t wait for all of them to go home and I’ll be alone. But life had a way of doing the opposite. “Babe?” I turned around and there was Richard. He was all smiles. I plastered a smile on my face too and walked over to him. “Babe I want you to meet Mr. Singh, he is the new head of operations at my company” I extended my hand, and he shook it. “It is nice to meet you finally,” he said. “ Richard wouldn’t stop talking about you.” I turned to Richard and his face went red. He rubbed a hand on his neck. I could feel my lips curve into a smile. My first genuine one from all these. “ It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Singh” I nodded. I exchanged more pleasantries that night and when I was tired of the fakeness, I feigned tiredness and went back to my bedroom. Letting out a deep breath, I sank deeper into my bed. Damn! That was a lot to take in. Stacy was the lady person I expected to get here. W

Stacy’s POV Smacking my lips in the mirror, I took one last glance at myself and a smile curled on my lips. Ready to leave for the party. I looked ahead. Police cars were littered everywhere like yellow leaves. Cowards. I knew Richard would be the one to call the police. He can’t defend his precious wife against a stone. They are lucky that the unveiling is yet to come. “Let us go,” I ordered. The driver switched on the car ignition and drove off. I couldn’t be more glad that my windows were up. Thank goodness it was night too.Halfway to the club I got a call from my brother. “Where did you go?” “Good evening to you too brother” I rolled my eyes and awaited his boring earful.“Stacy, did you go to that party? I warned you not to do so?” I gasped. “ Caleb, who told you I did that? Do you now listen to gossip?”Next thing my phone buzzed. “Do you think I am stupid?” I clicked on the notification. It was an image. An image of me smirking at a pissed Camilla.Caught! Red-handed.

I couldn’t let it go. Wouldn’t even try it. The suspicion had taken root so deeply inside me that it felt like a living thing, twisting and growing with every breath I took. Rachel. I watched her like a hawk and found out something. There was a way she moved through our house as if she belonged there. Why? What could be giving her this much courage? I watched the way Zane had grown so comfortable with her so quickly. That was also weird. I thought about it for a moment but I was too caught up in my own problems to see it for myself. Then those drunken words she had spat at me that night. That I didn’t deserve this. What did she know? In all honesty, she should be fired. And the last one, the late-night phone call I had overheard. She immediately said she was not on a call. I knew for a fact that if someone came up being too defensive over something it meant, there was something to h

Camilla’s POVI sat in the cold hospital waiting room, staring at the sterile white walls until they blurred. Until I couldn’t tell what I was looking at.Madam Clarisse was still in surgery. The doctors said the bullet had missed vital organs by centimeters, but she had lost a lot of blood. She was stable for now, but I was scared of losing her, even after all that had transpired between us. She was now scored on my heart after what had happened last. But that wasn’t what kept replaying in my mind.It was Harley—my best friend.The woman who had stood by me through every storm. The one who held me when I thought Richard had betrayed me. She was the one who had laughed with me, cried with me, fought for me.Why would she want me dead?The police said the shooter had mistaken Madam Clarisse for me because we were wearing the same basketball jersey—the one Harley had given me as a gift after our time at the beach. Madam Clarisse had seen it and said she liked it. I never knew she went