All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, You're More Than A Substitute: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter Eighty One

I woke to nothing. Everything was pitch black.No light. No shadows. Only the soft, relentless beep of machines and the faint smell of antiseptic. I wrinkled my nose. What was that? Immediately I was dragged straight back to the night I switched Andrew’s pills. My eyes were swung open, I could feel the dryness, the way my lashes scraped against skin, but the world stayed black. Solid. Impenetrable. I raised a hand to my face and rubbed my eyes. They were not covered. So why was that?Panic rose fast and sharp. I tried to sit up. Pain exploded through my ribs and skull, forcing a broken gasp from my throat.“Somebody help! I can’t see!”A warm hand immediately pressed against my shoulder, gentle but firm.“Easy, Stacy. Lie back.”I recognized that voice. It was Richard’s.I turned my face toward him even though it made no difference. “Why can’t I see?” My voice cracked, raw. “What happened to me?” My mind spun back to the lady thing I remember. It was that damned accident. Silence s

Chapter Eighty Two

I sat alone in my office, the city lights glittering coldly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I saw no need to go home. Whom was I going to see there? I sighed leaning back on my chair.The conference call had ended ten minutes ago, but I hadn’t moved. My jaw still ached from forcing out apologies to the investors.“I deeply regret the disruption caused by recent events,” I had told them. “What happened with Stacy at the launch of Camilla’s project was… unfortunate. We are handling it internally.”Unfortunate.The word tasted like ash. Stacy had caused so much damage to the company. How low could she go? Going into Camilla’s office? Damn? I thought she was smarter than that. I think I have given her too much credit. But then she saved me that night Michael threw me into the water.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Sir?” My personal assistant stepped in, tablet in hand. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to remind you… Today is your brother’s memorial. The flowers were

Chapter Eighty Three

Camila's POVI stepped out of the boardroom with files tucked under one arm and my phone gripped tightly in the other. The meeting had run longer than expected, but I kept my posture straight, my smile professional. Another successful pitch. Another step forward. With Stacy out of the way, it was one less problem for me. I yawned and glanced down at my watch. Isn't that a bit too early to feel sleepy? All I wanted was coffee. Strong. Black. Something to steady my eyes and keep them open.“Don’t bother,” I told my PA when she offered. “I’ll get it myself.”I walked down the hallway toward the break room, heels clicking against the polished floor. The office buzzed around me, but my mind kept drifting. Something felt wrong. Off-balance. I couldn’t place it.The break room was quiet. I set my files down, grabbed a clean glass cup, and poured the fresh coffee. The rich aroma filled the air. For a second, I allowed myself to breathe.I lifted the cup to my lips.The glass exploded in my ha

Chapter Eighty Four

The wind howled between the steel beams, whipping my hair across my face like angry lashes. I didn’t care. My eyes were on him. Tied to that chair. He was sleeping. I could tell from the low light of the construction signs. “Just let the boy go Stacy. The issue we have is between both of us” I stammered. I couldn’t believe it. This was how I was going to die. But it was to save Zane.She burst into bitter laughter. “ Oh shut it Tessa,” she emphasized the last word. I froze. She…she. Knew me. “Are you surprised I knew?” She laughed again. “This is the day I end all this nonsense! Move!” She shoved me.I stood only feet away from the edge of the unfinished floor, the drop behind Stacy plunging into blackness. My son’s red jacket dangled from her fingers like a trophy, and the gun in her other hand stayed steady, pointed low but ready.“Keep walking,” Stacy barked. Those blind eyes seemed to track me anyway, as if the darkness had sharpened her other senses into something predatory. “Ju

Chapter Eighty Five

The ambulance sirens still rang in my ears as they rushed Zane through the hospital doors. It was just like in the movies but this time it was real. It was my son. My baby. My whole world. He looked so small on the stretcher, his little body limp, face pale, red jacket soaked with blood. The oxygen mask covered half his face. Doctors and nurses swarmed around him like flies would do to poop, shouting medical terms I couldn’t understand. Someone pressed a hand on my shoulder, trying to pull me back, but I fought forward. I needed to be there. “Zane! Baby, Mummy’s here! Please… please stay with me!” They rolled him into those big doors and they stopped me from entering. My voice cracked into ugly sobs. I wept. Heart-wrenching, body-shaking sobs. What will I do if this goes south? What will happen now?I couldn’t stop shaking. “You are bleeding! A nurse pointed out. I didn’t even know when they began to do that fixing. I just sat there crying my eyes out. My bandaged hand throb

Chapter Eighty Six

Caleb’s POVThe hospital smelled of antiseptic and fear. It’s been 24 hours since Zane had my blood transfused into him. It took a lot of convincing before Camilla could go home. I promised her I would not set a foot out of this hospital until she was back.I was going to stay long because I needed Camilla to get some sleep. She was beginning to have bags under her eyes and I couldn't continue watching her stand beside her son's bed like that. Of course, she was a stubborn donkey. She didn't listen. She just had a shower, changed clothes, and appeared back at the hospital, like she never left.Zane was stable for now, thanks to my blood flowing through his small veins, but the night had left scars on all of us. Camilla sat beside her son’s bed, holding his tiny hand like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Richard stood by the window, silent and brooding, his eyes flicking between Camilla and the door like he was waiting for another blow to fall. I thought you would not come back

Chapter Eighty Seven

The psychiatric ward smelled of bleach and despair. She was moved here recently after having a mental episode because of her diagnosis. They said she had mental issues and could not be managed at the other hospital.I walked down the long, sterile corridor with my hands shoved deep in my pockets, jaw tight. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. Every step felt heavier than the last. I had watched the video twice more before deleting every trace. My sister. My own blood. The girl I had spent half my life searching for had become this.Stacy. “For observation,” the doctors said. But I knew better. She was dangerous. A nurse led me to her room. The door clicked open with a heavy metallic sound.She sat on the edge of the narrow bed in a plain white gown, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders. She looked small. Fragile. Almost like the little girl I remembered from faded photographs.But I knew better now. I understand now that no one started off being a

Chapter Eighty Eight

Richard’s POVFor the whole day, I didn't do anything not because I didn't want to but because my mind was not in any of it. At some point, I told my personal assistant to cancel all my meetings. And that was how I spent the whole day pacing. I had called the hospital five times already. They could see me as a freak if I called again.It was an endless battle whether to pick up the phone or let it be. Before I knew what was happening the day had gone by. I did not work today and I still have not gotten the result I so much waited for.I was brushing my teeth ready to go to bed, when the housekeeper told me that there was an envelope for me. It arrived just after midnight.I had been waiting for it like a man waiting for a death sentence. My hands were steady when I opened it, but my heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to break free. The lab report was professional. Clean. Clinical.**Paternity Test Results: 0.0% probability of biological relationship.**The words blurred. The

Chapter Eighty Nine

Camilla’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in the hospital bathroom, staring at my own reflection as if it belonged to a stranger.My eyes were red and swollen from crying. My hands still trembled from holding Zane’s small fingers while he slept. But behind the exhaustion, something cold and sharp had settled inside me.Revenge.Who the hell did Richard think he was to come and appear as a saint after everything he had done to me? I would get back at him. No matter what.I had spent too long running. Too long hiding. Too long letting Richard Anderson think he could control me with his guilt and his late wife and the marriage he was missing out on. It was time to stop being the victim. Now was the time to put an end to all this nonsense.I practiced the smile in the mirror. Soft. Forgiving. A little sad. The kind of smile a woman gives when she’s ready to start over.When I walked back into Zane’s room, Richard was there, sitting beside the bed with his head bowed. He looked exhausted

Chapter Ninety

I walked into the private hospital wing with Zane’s small hand clutched tightly in mine. He was finally being discharged today after another round of admission. The doctors said he was stable enough to go home, though he still moved carefully, his little body bruised from the fall. I smiled down at him, forcing lightness into my voice even as my heart felt like it was cracking open.“Almost home, baby. Just a few more papers and we can leave.”Richard had offered to come with us, but I told him I needed to do this alone. I needed space to breathe. The files I had stolen from his office were burning a hole in my hidden drive. The handover with ‘The Shadow’ was only days away. One more signature and Richard Anderson’s empire would start to crumble.I signed the discharge forms at the nurse’s station, my bandaged hand still aching. As I turned to leave, one of the senior doctors — Dr. Harlan — stepped out of his office and called my name.“Mrs. Jones… Camilla. Could I speak with you for

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