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The CEO's Substitute: Love In London

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 433    |    Released on: 21/01/2026

red. The orchestra began to play a waltz, a light, airy tune

was holding court. He was charming a group o

nal monologue

e. But he's fre

was walking beside him,

nd

hing back. Helena Griffith, the piano prodig

e love him? Is that why she settle

ite. It burrowed into h

nt?" he muttered, unaw

grip on her arm tighten to the poi

emor in her hands. "And food. With Penny..." She let the sen

the way he was looking at her-like he was waitin

said stiffly.

It reinforced every insecurity he had

ands were shaking. She picked up a canapé with her

idden from the main crowd. She closed

shb

at the foot of her bed, looking at her bandaged hand. "Wa

es. The pain in h

ter passed Kamden with a tray. Kamden

alcohol burned his throat, hittin

whispering. They were looking

ht. The paranoia set in

couldn't just stand here and

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The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
The CEO's Substitute: Love In London
“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.”