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.

the woman spoke up,

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started to claim to be an important close friend of Richard’s, and I

repetitive she was being.

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

dear,” I

etched across her face. But

about

any reason for Angela to

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

the weight of guilt tainting his words. “Angela, it’s time for

leave.”

my patience wearing thin. I turned my

“Well, you heard him. It seems like

firmly.

she referred to me as a rude bitch.

her get under

stepped in, warning Angela to watch her mouth and urging her to leave before he

a mix of weariness

But it seemed that was too much to ask for.

couldn’t help but respond to Angela’s accusation of rudeness. “Who is being rude here?” I asked pointedly. “A wife sending out an intruder who

an intruder who refuses to leave

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

for Angela to

that she had overstayed her welcome and it was ti

her to

with fury, her anger evident. But,

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throwing an obvious glare in Richard’s