บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Rachel’s POVPain changes people. Some people become softer after suffering.Others become dangerous. I became both.At fifteen, while other girls worried about makeup and crushes, I was learning how to break someone’s nose properly.How to escape chokeholds. How to disarm attackers.The boxing gym became my second home. It also serves as an outlet for all the emotions I bottled inside. Even though it smelled like sweat, blood, old leather, and determination, they are not bigger than my problems. Every bruise on my sister’s body fueled me. Every tear she hid. Every fake smile. Every freaking hospital visit.I carried all of it into training. Punch after punch. Soon boxing became taekwondo too. Then self-defense classes.Then street fighting techniques from women who’d survived worse things than me. I learned fast because rage is a powerful teacher. It was pressure and urgency combined.I didn’t let my

Richard’s POV I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rachel standing in that warehouse. The way she said, ‘yes me’. It was calm. And cold. Ice cold.  The expression on her face when she spoke made it clear that it was of no use telling her to stop. It was like she had already made up her mind years ago. However, none of that altered the fact that she had admitted to sending the threats. Of course, she warned me not to say a word to Tessa or else she would deal with me. I’m not scared but I wonder what she has up her sleeve. To my wife. Her sister now. I wondered how long Rachel had known that Tessa was her sister 

Tessa’s POVI woke up happy. I didn’t have a concrete reason to be. I stuck my feet out of bed and sat up. Looking over to the other side of my bed, I sighed. Richard was not in bed. Oh dear. He has been working really hard lately. Perhaps to rebuild his clientele that Sophia‘s saga caused him to lose. A smile crept to my lips. I hope he gets them all back. And even more.I washed up quickly—face, body, clothes. I was ready for breakfast. As I was going downstairs for breakfast I couldn’t help but notice that the house felt different in the morning light.Warm and almost alive. Then I was interrupted by Zane’s giggles mixed with Rachel’s voice. I paused at the top of the stairs without meaning to, just listening. It sounded… normal. Like something I had always wanted without knowing how to ask for it. Who would have thought that Rachel was my sister? Then came the guilt of not telling Harley. She wanted me to fire her but didn’t. If I did that I wouldn’t have my sister. Suddenly I rem

Tessa’s POV My mouth fell open and I took a step back. Rachel? “How dare you talk back at me?” Richard barked. “ Babe can you see your sister?” “The nerve you have to stand there and pretend like the good husband you aren’t” she rolled her eyes and looked away. My eyes almost bulged out. “ Rachel!” I yelled. “Don’t talk to Richard like that” “And why won’t I Tessa? Your husband has been deceiving you, claiming what he is not. Has he told you about Thailand? I whipped my head around so fast my neck almost broke. “Richard, what... What is Rachel talking about?” he ran a hand through his hair. “It was some bad business deal that happened in Thailand” she muttered. I looked from him to Rachel. Instantly, I knew none of them was telling the truth. “Is none of you going to tell e the hell what is happening here!” I screamed. My head was racing with ideas. Very ugly

Rachel’s POVSighing, I gave Zane one last look before heading to the cellar. I knew that was where Richard would be. It was the only place that had no CCTV. I closed the door softly and walked in. The cellar smelled of dust and damp wood when I stepped inside. Richard stood in the shadows, waiting. Looking around, there was no sign of Richard. I even checked the inner cellar, still nothing. It was after a mouse ran out of its corner that I saw him. His eyes darkened with murderous intent. My heart pounded. “You lied to me, ” I whispered. His face darkened instantly. “You said you would not tell your wife anything. What were you telling Tessa about? You pushed me to the wall so I had to talk about Thailand— Before I could move, his hands wrapped around my throat. I clawed at him, gasping, until my knee slammed into his stomach. He staggered back, breathing hard.“You should’ve stayed quiet, Rachel,” he hissed.I coughed, gripping my neck. “About Thailand? About your secret son? Or