All Chapters of CHASING THE BILLIONAIRE'S SUBSTITUTE EX-WIFE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

VINCE SAT ON the floor, cross-legged, completely focused on the puzzle his Aunt Piper had given him. It was one of those complicated puzzles with tiny, intricate pieces that fit together to form a beautiful picture once completed. Vince liked these kinds of challenges. They made him think, kept his mind sharp. He liked the way his brain worked when he solved them, and Aunt Piper always knew exactly what to give him to keep him entertained.But even though he seemed focused on the puzzle, his mind was elsewhere. His grandparents—Ezekiel’s parents—were in the room, and he didn’t like them much. He found their attitude annoying. They acted like they were better than everyone else, always making snide comments and pretending to be nice when it was clear they didn’t mean it. He especially didn’t like the way they looked down on his mom. He noticed it right away, the way they always had something critical to say, even when it wasn’t necessary. Vince didn’t like that.He shifted slightly,

EZEKIELAlright. To be honest, we hadn’t planned any trip, but it was the first thing that came to mind, and I was sticking with it.“A trip?” my mom asked, raising an eyebrow. “Since when?”“Since today,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “It’s kind of last-minute, but we figured the kids needed a break, and so do we.”I glanced at Vivienne, secretly asking for a back up so she nodded and said, “Y-Yes. We did.” “Really?!” Vera clapped her hands, excited about the idea. “Are we going to the beach, Dad? I want to go to the beach!”I smiled at her, relieved she was going along with it. “Maybe, sweetie. We’ll see,” I said. Since she’s already excited, I might as well make it come true, I guess.Vince, however, wasn’t as excited. He just went back to his puzzle, focused and uninterested. I knew he didn’t care much about the trip itself—he just didn’t want our grandparents to stay.Emily didn’t look pleased, but she nodded. “Well, I suppose if you’re going on a trip, there’s nothing w

VIVIENNEIt was a sudden and impulsive decision to have a vacation but Ezekiel actually made it happen for the kids’ happiness. The very next day, we drove to his private resort, which I never knew he had. As soon as we arrived, I could already hear the waves crashing softly in the distance. The car pulled up to the entrance, and I saw a group of staff standing in a line, ready to greet us. They all smiled warmly, especially at Ezekiel. It was clear that they had been expecting us.“Welcome back, Mr. Lancaster,” one of the staff members said, stepping forward. “We’ve closed the entire resort just as you requested.”I raised an eyebrow at Ezekiel, who just shrugged casually, like closing an entire resort was no big deal. Of course, it wasn’t for him. He had the kind of resources that allowed him to do things like this without a second thought.“Thanks, Steven,” Ezekiel said, nodding at the staff member.Vera, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back her excitement. As soon as we got ou

VIVIENNEAs soon as Ezekiel finished rubbing the sunblock onto my back, I finally let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. His touch had lingered a bit longer than necessary, and there was something about the way his hands felt against my skin that made me feel warmer than the sun itself. I wasn’t sure why, but every time he got close, I felt this... heat. Okay. Get a grip, Vivienne! I shook the feeling off, reminding myself that this was just Ezekiel. We had done this a thousand times before. But still, something about today felt different.Before I could think too much about it, Vince caught my attention. He was walking toward me, holding something in his hand. His face lit up with pride as he stretched his arm out to show me a shell he had picked up from the sand.“Mom, look what I found,” he said.I took a closer look and smiled. The shell was beautiful, a rare spiraled one with light pink and white stripes. “Wow, Vince! That’s a beautiful shell. It’s really rare to fi

EZEKIELThe accusation of favoritism—it stung.Vivienne and I were standing side by side and I could tell from her expression that she was just as shaken as I was by what our son had said. After a moment, we finally decided to approach Vince. We started walking slowly toward him, who had wandered down the shore. He was sitting on a huge rock, throwing small pebbles into the sea one by one. He didn’t look back as we approached, but I could tell he knew we were coming. I glanced at Vivienne. We both knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation, but we had to make things right.When we got closer, I noticed the slump in Vince’s shoulders, the way he was staring out at the water. He looked frustrated, maybe even a little sad. That hurt. It hurt a lot to see my son like that, especially knowing that we were the cause of it.Vivienne was the first to speak. Her voice was soft but steady as she said, “Vince, can we talk for a minute?”He didn’t look at us, but he stopped throwing the