All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND MISTAKE: FROM SUBSTITUTE TO BELOVED. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 11YILENA'S POV“Dad, I'm going to have to hang up now because I refuse to be emotionally blackmailed into getting back together with Carter," I said, in a very calm tone. “In case you forgot, you disowned me three months ago," The Wahlbergs’ connection with the Stones had been severed the moment Carter signed the divorce papers I filed. And for reasons best known to her Fiona refused to marry him.So Dad had been calling me for the past few days to set aside my pride and beg Carter to renew our vows.What exactly did he see me as?Garbage?Anyways, today marks the day I become a bonafide Petite Mains meaning I would be assigned my very own sewing machine and be allowed to partake in the sewing, finishing touches of dresses ordered by the neverending clientele.There were seventy six people in total that made La Perle Noire function properly; the Couturier, fifteen artisan spécialisés who were; experts embroiderers, feather workers, textile painters and pleaters, two Premiére

CHAPTER 13YILENA'S P.O.VI instantly became disorganized the moment it clocked in my head that Wendy, my friend, was genuinely distressed.Her eyes were stained as it seemed lol she had been crying for a while. I had to soothe her somehow.Leading her through the front door, I placed her gently on the armchair and went to prepare her a glass of milk.When I got back she was laying on the floor, her nose twitching from the catarrh she was trying to keep in. I patted her gently on her back with my palm with the aim of waking her up. She turned gently and I noticed her dress was soiled from the contact it made on all the floors she either sat or laid on.“Do you think you want to have a bath?” I asked, placing the glass of milk on a nearby table.She shook her head in disagreement and burst into a fresh set of hot tears, “It's Fiona".As soon as I heard my sister's name my face turned pale as though I had just been visited by a ghost, “Wh–wh–wha–what do you mean?" my voice shaking from

CHAPTER 15YILENA'S P.O.V“We're looking for a man called Edward, he's tall and has a mole on his cheek," “Edward is one of the sons of the Princeton’s lineage. He lives in the city," “Please somebody help," I cried as exhaustion and deep sadness made me crouch on the roadside. My knees were begging for any sort of rest but how could I when Edward wasn't found. “It's all my fault," I said, the tears trickling down my cheeks, “I shouldn't have asked them for help. I shouldn't have," I didn't know when I began to wail loudly.Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I looked up and saw Wendy towering over me, " There's a police station cover there let's go see if they can be of any help,” she said warmly.I sniffled my nose and used the back of my palm to wipe it, "Let's try”.As a matter of fact that should have been our first form of approach because where else would a “sex offender" be held if not a police station.The neon sign of the precinct buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, bright light

CHAPTER 17 YILENA'S P.O.V That was such a traumatic experience I wouldn't want to ever, ever, ever encounter again. And it didn't just affect me but poor Wendy too. I spent the next three days with her caring for Edward as he wasn't as functional as he used to be. He was also traumatized— but at a higher level of either of us. He barely spoke. Most of the time, he just stared blankly at the wall, his hands trembling whenever the house settled or a car drove past the window. He wouldn't eat unless Wendy practically spoon-fed him, and even then, he could barely swallow a few bites. Every time he drifted off to sleep, he would wake up screaming, drenched in a cold sweat, thrashing around as if he were still trapped in that dark, damp cell. It broke my heart to watch them. Wendy was running on absolutely zero sleep, her eyes hollow and dark, trying to hold her husband together while her own world was falling apart. And the worst part was the guilt. Every time I looked at Edward's bru

CHAPTER 19CARTER'S P.O.VI felt as though I was going to burn this entire place to the ground.The silence in my private quarters was suffocating, heavy with the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and my own brewing fury. I paced the length of the room, my boots striking the polished hardwood floor like metronome clicks counting down to an explosion.My grandfather’s voice of reassurance kept repeating in my head, a grating, patronizing loop. “Just let me handle Levi, Carter. He is family. He knows the Stone name needs this harbor project. He will sign it.”Yeah, right. Grandfather was a fool if he actually believed his own words.Levi didn’t care about family. He didn’t care about our grandfather’s legacy, and he certainly didn’t care about me. He saw me as a parasite, a minor inconvenience he could swat away whenever I got too close to his glittering, untouchable empire. He had spent his entire life looking down on me from his high view, and grandfather had spent his entire life