CHASING THE BILLIONAIRE'S SUBSTITUTE EX-WIFE

"Zeke, was I just a substitute?" I asked, my voice trembling. "All these years, was I nothing but a replacement?"

But then again, he remained silent. And I took that as a 'yes' to my questions.

"It's over. The sooner you accept that, the better." Zeke's cold expression remained unchanged.

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Discovering she was just a stand-in for her husband's ex, Vivienne Lancaster divorced billionaire Ezekiel Harrington. She signed the papers and walked out of his life, secretly pregnant with twins.

Years later, when Ezekiel's company was on the brink of collapse, he needed the help of the elusive and influential mystery designer Viatrix. Little did he know, the designer he had been chasing was none other than Vivienne—his ex-wife.

Vivienne had returned and she was ready to get revenge and reclaim her life, while Ezekiel had to face his past mistakes. Could he win back the woman he had taken for granted, or would he fail chasing the billionaire's substitute ex-wife?

My Billionaire Husband Wants A Divorce

VIVIENNE

As I sat in the conservatory of our mansion, I heard the distant babble of the home staff drift away. I had given them the rest of the day off.

Today was my birthday, but I was waiting for Zeke alone once more instead of celebrating.

I glanced at the small gift box on the glass table, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers which was delivered by Zeke’s assistant saying it was on my husband’s behalf.

The box was the same size as the ones I received over the years with no surprise.

I didn’t bother to open it. I bet it was the same gift he gave me last year and the year before that—a luxury car, just a different brand.

I was perfectly sure that it was only Zeke’s assistant doing his professional job. I did not even know whether Zeke remembered my birthday or if he just intentionally ignored my birthday for some reason.

I sighed and forced a bitter smile. Why was I still expecting? Ever since that incident happened, everything took a sudden turn for the worse between us.

Maybe, I just hoped today would be different, a chance to fix our relationship as Zeke had been distant and cold since when.

Neither of us wanted that to happen. Deep down, I thought I was the one to blame too. This realization only made the ache in my heart grow stronger day by day.

As the evening wore on, I resigned myself to the fact that Zeke wouldn't be coming home. It was late when I finally decided to head to bed, exhaustion and disappointment weighing heavily on me.

I was already asleep when the banging on the door startled me awake. Groggy and disoriented, I fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. The pounding grew louder and more insistent. I hurried to the door, heart racing.

When I opened it, Zeke stood there, supported by his friend Andrew. Zeke’s eyes were bloodshot, and the smell