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.

Richard could utter a single word, the woman spoke up, introducing herself

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be an important close friend of Richard’s, and I almost rolled my

how repetitive she was being.

mounting as Angela continued to try and defend her presence

dear,” I

taken aback by my response, shock etched across her face. But I

about her astonishment.

my attention to him, searching for any shred of explanation. “Is there any reason for Angela to be here at our home when it’s almost 9 pm?” I

hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Angela and me. Finally, he sighed. “No,

of guilt tainting his words. “Angela, it’s time for you to

leave.”

patience wearing thin. I turned my attention back to Angela, responding

forced politeness. “Well, you heard him. It seems like it’s time

firmly.

at my words, her disbelief evident as she referred to me as

let her get under my

her mouth and urging her to leave before he

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

for a peaceful night. But it seemed that

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

to leave

her mouth, seemingly prepared to speak again, but I had run out of patience. Without uttering a single word,

Angela to get

volumes, conveying the message that she had

her to

But, begrudgingly, she

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glare in Richard’s