Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter Nineteen

Richard’s POV.

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It was around 6:00 p.m. when I arrived at my parent’s place. I had already told them that I would be

coming, so I knew that they were most likely expecting me with wild grins on their faces.

I knew that my mother would be especially excited to see me, mostly because I hardly ever visited.

and the reason was that I always wanted to avoid talking about marriage with them.

As soon as I drove into the Romero mansion, I spotted Martin, the family butler, already waiting in

front. I didn’t need to be told that he was waiting for me, and I was pretty sure that my mother had

sent him to escort me in. She sometimes forgot that I lived in the house for quite a few years before

moving out, because according to her, I had become a stranger to my own home.

After stepping out of the car, Martin rushed over to me with a smile on his face. “Good evening,

Young Master,” he greeted.

“It’s Mr. Romero to you, Martin,” I quickly corrected, hating the fact that he still referred to me

by a title that I had obviously outgrown.

“I apologize, Sir, but it’s going to be a little confusing to refer to both you and your father by the same title

I’m a little too old to think of a new title for you, so I’d appreciate it if you

tell me a different way to refer to you,” he requested, and I almost rolled my eyes

stopped myself.

him, but

no

me, Martin. I’m in

unimpressed

almost shuddered in disgust because if there was one

mansion.

place. She used colors like gold and cream for the painting, and don’t even get me started on the ancient artifacts that would make you think that the place was some sort

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that my parents were already waiting

literally ran up to me

in excitement as she hugged me tightly, while my dad stood a few feet away

in seeing me either. But that’s out of the way, my dear. What’s more important to me is how’re you doing. Hope you’ve been good?”

you can see Mom, I’m doing just great. And even

you and Dad a lot,” I replied, and

much thinner than I

fine. I didn’t lose weight,

opened her mouth to say something, most probably to

with a serious look on

to my son now, or do you still have a thousand and one things to talk to him

anger and my mother rolled

she hissed before stepping aside.

immediately pulled me in for a hug, once my mom had stepped out of

chuckle at my father’s over–the–top greeting. He

into a bone–crushing hug, “you act like it’s been years since we last saw each other. You do recall that we saw each other just last week, right?”

and gave me a playful shove. “Oh, come on, Richard. Seeing each other at work

Dad. Whatever you say. Now, can you both stop love–bombing me and

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lead me to the dining area. “It’s a good

I’ve spent all day preparing your