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

Chapter Forty Three

Amber’s POV.

I had just returned home from my dinner meeting with Colonel Miller, my mind still buzzing with the possibilities our newfound alliance held when I overheard a voice in the hallway.

It was a woman’s voice, demanding to meet the wife Richard had married. Confusion swirled in me. Who could this woman be, and why was she making such demands?

For a moment, I contemplated whether I should interrupt their conversation or simply sneak back out and enter through the kitchen entrance. But then it hit me I had every right to walk into my own

home.

Despite the circumstances of our marriage, I was legally known as Richard Romero’s wife, and I had

the authority to be here, not whoever that was.

I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve, before confidently walking into the room. As soon as my

eyes landed on the woman in question, I couldn’t help but pause momentarily.

I hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful and tall.

Anger simmered in me at the sight of her, frustrated that Richard had brought someone like her into

our home just three days after our wedding. He had boasted about his self–control, claiming I had nothing to worry about regarding his personal life since he knew how to keep it together so well. Apparently, his words meant nothing.

With a slight sigh, I straightened my shoulders and walked toward both Richard and the woman, curious to understand what was happening here by this time of the night.

I cleared my throat, my voice laced with a hint of authority as I addressed the woman directly. “And

why do w

want to see me?” I asked. “Apologies if I caught you by surprise, but I couldn’t help but

overhear your demand to meet me.”

Both Richard and the woman seemed taken aback by my sudden appearance, but I made a point of

appearing unaffected by their surprise.

single word, the woman

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be an important close friend of Richard’s,

how repetitive she was

disbelief, my frustration mounting as Angela continued to try and defend her presence in our home. “I never asked you to describe

dear,” I replied

etched across her face. But I couldn’t find it in

care about her astonishment.

searching for any shred of explanation. “Is there any

eyes darting between Angela

tainting his words. “Angela, it’s time for

leave.”

patience wearing thin.

It seems like it’s time for you

firmly.

disbelief evident as she referred to me as a rude

refusing to let her get under my skin.

her mouth and urging

a mix of weariness and frustration washing over me.

hoped for a peaceful night. But it seemed that was too much to ask

of rudeness. “Who is being rude here?” I asked pointedly. “A wife sending out an intruder who has no business being

who refuses to leave when they should?”

to speak again, but I had run out of patience. Without

emphatically for Angela to get

volumes, conveying the message that she had overstayed her welcome and

her to leave.

face contorted with fury, her anger evident. But, begrudgingly, she

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