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

Chapter Nineteen

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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 I

call me Richard? I have no problem with that,” I responded, “And don’t

me, Martin. I’m in no mood for your

and I shot him an unimpressed glare before

nothing about the place had changed, and I almost shuddered in disgust because if there was one thing I hated the most, it

mansion.

up, my mother had made it her life’s mission to turn the mansion into a palace–like place. She used colors like gold and cream for the painting, and don’t even get me started on the

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room area, I noticed that my parents

up to me with a wide grin

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

interested 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

doing just great. And even

and Dad a lot,” I replied,

eye roll. “Haven’t you been eating, dear? You’ve gotten so much thinner than I remember. Have things been rough on you

just fine. I didn’t lose weight,

to say something, most probably to reprimand me, but

to chime in with a serious

or do you still have a thousand and one things to talk to him about

feigned anger and my

stopping you,” she hissed

a hug, once my mom had stepped out

over–the–top greeting. He was always

said, trying to hide my amusement as he pulled me into a bone–crushing hug, “you act like it’s been years since we last saw each other. You do recall that we

come on, Richard. Seeing each other at work and

my eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Sure, Dad. Whatever you say. Now, can you both stop love–bombing me and let me get straight to dinner? I’m

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mom’s smile widened, and she immediately started to lead me to the dining area.

all day preparing your favorite dishes!”