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 I

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

Martin. I’m in no mood for

Mr. Richard,” he said, and I shot him an unimpressed glare before shaking my head and heading into

because if there was one thing I hated the most, it had to be the overly

mansion.

a palace–like place. She used colors like gold and cream for the painting, and

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soon as I walked past the hallway and the first living room area, I noticed that my

ran up to me with a wide grin on

she squealed in excitement as she hugged me tightly, while my dad stood a

wouldn’t let me come see you, and you didn’t seem all that 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 been good?” she questioned playfully and I sighed.

doing just great. And even if you might not believe

and Dad a lot,”

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

“No, Mum. Everything has been just fine. I didn’t lose weight, I’ve only

mom opened her mouth to say something, most probably to reprimand

chime in with a serious

have a thousand and one things to talk to him

asked with feigned anger and my mother rolled

she hissed before

pulled me in for a hug, once my mom had stepped out of the way, and

but chuckle at my father’s over–the–top greeting. He was always one for

to hide my amusement as he pulled me into a bone–crushing hug, “you act like it’s been years since we

other

mouth. “Sure, Dad. Whatever you say. Now, can you

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started to lead me to the dining

hungry son, because I’ve spent all