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.

could utter a single word, the woman spoke up,

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friend of Richard’s, and I almost rolled my

she was

to try and defend her presence in our home. “I never asked you to describe the nature of your friendship with my

dear,” I replied curtly.

response, shock etched across her face. But I couldn’t

care about her astonishment.

“Is there any

eyes darting between Angela and me. Finally, he

admitted, the weight of guilt tainting his words. “Angela,

leave.”

my patience wearing thin. I turned my attention back

seems like it’s time for you

firmly.

as she referred to

her get

her mouth and urging her to

exchange, a mix of weariness and frustration washing over me. I

peaceful night. But it seemed

Angela’s accusation of rudeness. “Who is being rude here?” I asked

refuses to leave when they should?”

again, but I had run out of patience. Without uttering a single word, I raised

emphatically for Angela

volumes, conveying the message that she had overstayed her

to leave.

face contorted with fury, her anger evident. But,

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