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 spoke up, introducing herself as Angela.

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an important close friend of Richard’s, and I

how repetitive she was being.

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

I replied

response, shock etched across her face. But I

about her

I directed 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 asked.

for a moment, his eyes darting between Angela and me. Finally,

of guilt tainting his

leave.”

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

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

firmly.

as she referred

to let her get under my

in, warning Angela to watch her mouth and urging her

her escorted out. I observed the exchange, a mix of weariness and frustration washing over me. I

night. But it seemed that was

help but respond to Angela’s accusation of rudeness. “Who is being rude here?” I asked pointedly. “A

who refuses to leave when they

run out of patience. Without uttering a single word, I

Angela to get lost.

volumes, conveying the message that she had overstayed her

to leave.

But, begrudgingly, she turned on

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away, throwing an obvious glare in Richard’s direction before disappearing.