The CEO's Substitute: Love In London

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 593 | Released on: 21/01/2026

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e resemblance was terrifying. The curve of the ear. The sh

h men who use women as p

smoothly, unfazed. He t

replaced by an intensity that bordered on obsession. He looked

Cason said softly.

e a physical blow to the gut.

she told him she'd had a minor car accident, the one that had s

nch. "New York is home now, Mr. Vincent

aned in, just an inch too close. "Is it? Some pasts are

act. He was taller than Cason by maybe half an inc

enough to look haughty again. "Just expanding my portf

ana corrected sharply, cli

s wrist. He was

a vintage pocket watch converte

t identical to the ornate piece his grandfather, Silas Emerson

dread as she watched the color drain from Kamden's face. She didn't know the watch, but she

g his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She h

air like smoke. I was the

eck stood out. He wanted to hit him. He wanted to rearra

onderful! Introductions made. Now, if you'll exc

gly. "We'll catch

r like a sibling. He

led Morgana awa

Helena. His eyes were searching, desperate. "L

ed it, her fingers cold against his neck. She couldn't

, Kam," she said vaguely. "He's ju

ded," Kamd

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“My husband Kamden and I were the most powerful couple in New York, an unbreakable alliance of wealth and influence. To the world, we were perfect, especially with our new baby daughter, Penny, waiting for us at home. But the illusion shattered at the Jasper Stone gala when Cason Vincent walked in. He wasn't just a rival; he was a dead ringer for Kamden-a cruel, predatory mirror image who seemed to know the secrets of the year I spent in London. In front of the city's elite, a socialite screamed that I was a fraud, accusing me of using Kamden as a "substitute" for the man I truly loved. The music stopped, and the room turned into a sea of judgmental whispers. I expected my husband to shield me, but the paranoia in his eyes was sharper than any rumor. He grabbed my scarred left hand-the one I had ruined to save his life years ago-and squeezed it until I winced in pain. "Am I just a replacement?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a terrifying insecurity. He didn't see the wife who had sacrificed her world-class piano career for him; he saw a woman who had settled for a copy. The injustice of it felt like a physical blow. I had destroyed my body and my future to keep him safe, yet he was ready to believe a stranger's lies over three years of marriage. He didn't want the truth; he wanted me to beg for his forgiveness for a sin I never committed. I realized then that my silence wasn't an admission of guilt, but my last shred of dignity. I pulled my hand away and walked out of the gala alone, leaving Kamden standing face-to-face with the man who had come to dismantle our lives.”