Alle Kapitel von Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

Stacy’s POV For a weird reason, I felt uncomfortable. What if that fool fesses up? No! I have to be prepared. I went into the bedroom and took out my bag. I was shoving clothes into it while staring at my phone. No phone call. My heart was pounding. And just like I expected, the phone rang while I was packing the last of my things into a small black duffel bag. I grabbed it and glanced at the screen. My police ally. One of the few I still trusted in this crumbling network. Mr. Crook. A perfect name for a bad man. I answered, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “What?” “The shooter talked,” he said, voice low and urgent. “He gave you up. Full confession. Names, payments, everything. They’re coming for you. Get out now.” I hung up without another word. Immediately I am jolted back to when the issue with Camilla happened before. The way Caleb helped me run. But this time is different. I can handle myself now. The hunger from before stirred inside m

Camilla’s POV The burial was quick. The priest said a few words and he was lowered. We stood under a black sky as my father’s casket was lowered into the ground. The weather looked like it was about to rain and I made up my mind to stay when it started. For my father. Though our relationship was tumultuous at the end. I heard he mourned me as Tessa. Heard he didn’t believe I was dead. So what did I do after becoming Camilla Jones? I ignored him wholly. I let my father suffer under my stepfather. He had little money now. Though I throw money at him like a bone to a dog, through Caleb but that was not enough. And now I have even owned the name Tessa as mine, but our relationship didn’t get any better. It was like we grew distant. A tear slipped down my face. He….he didn’t deserve this. He spent everything to buy me eyes and what did I do? Cast him aside. I let out a cry and Richard wrapped his arms around me. Rubbing my shoulder. I was a bad daughter. I deserve all that is happeni

Tessa’s POV The hospital room felt smaller every day. It didn’t help that I was meant to be looking for my sister. Even though staying in was the only thing I could do. I couldn’t help but feel like I was wasting my time. I lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, the steady beep of the machines a constant reminder that my body was failing me. The rare blood type had turned what should have been a simple collapse into a nightmare. Donors were scarce. Time was running out. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rachel’s face in that parking lot, hugging Stacy like they were old friends. It irked me badly that the doctor kept complaining about my slight increase in blood pressure. He stopped prescribing meds and asked that I have a sumptuous meal of healthy food that would help me. Richard went into making it. That afternoon I was watching a Bulgarian telenovela when he walked into my room. My eyes lit up. “What did you make?” He dropped the food bag and first of all kissed me.

Richard’s POVThe room stayed silent. What did he just say? Was he sure of what he was saying? He began going through some papers and I looked beside me. Just like I expected. Tessa was deep in thought. She remembered it. The investigator looked up. “Mr. and Mrs. Anderson ’ll be going now but I’ll be sure to keep you updated” the investigator said. I joined him. “Thank you sir” I shook his hand. “ Let me see you to the door” I turned and Tessa was smiling. It was the same old smile she does in gatherings with rich people. I gestured for the man at the door. Once we were out of the house I cleared my throat. “ Sir, please, I'd like to make a request,” he turned towards me squarely. “Please if you find anything on my wife’s sister, please tell me first. As you can see, she’s already emotional”The investigator nodded. “ I noticed” I watched him get into his car and drive off. Ok getting back into the house, I was

Rachel’s POVThe guest house slowly became our prison.It sat far behind the main mansion, hidden behind tall trees and trimmed hedges like something shameful nobody wanted visitors to see. From my bedroom window, I could still see the lights from the main house glowing warmly every night.Sometimes I stood there for hours watching silhouettes move behind the giant windows. Laughing. Eating together. Living like a real family. Without us.The only people around us were hired caregivers who changed constantly because my stepmother always found fault with them.Nothing was ever enough for her. And our father listened to every single thing she said like her words were law. I hated him for that more than anything.I started becoming scared of speaking because of her. Every mistake felt dangerous. If I broke a glass, she’d sigh loudly and say, “Wasteful. Just like her mother.”If I cried, she’d roll her eyes. “Crocodile tears