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

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Chapter Seventy One

Amber’s POV.

I lay there, my face buried in my pillow, the weight of embarrassment consuming me. I couldn’t believe I had made such a fool of myself in front of Richard. The memory of my impulsive action replayed in my mind like a never–ending loop, intensified by my raging self–consciousness.

Regret swept over me, twisting my stomach into knots. How could I have let my feelings get the better of me? The thought of facing Richard now, after my humiliating display of vulnerability and my feeble attempts to brush it off as a joke, filled me with a wave of shame.

As I kicked my feet in frustration, my mind raced, replaying the events of the previous night. I chastised myself for letting my guard down so easily and for allowing my desires to blur the line between our contract and something more. I had broken a rule, and I regretted it so much.

“Why did I do that? What was I thinking?” I muttered to myself, my voice muffled by the duvet. The weight of my mistakes felt crushing, and the desire to disappear, to hide from Richard and the world. grew stronger by the second.

Last night, after we had bid each other goodnight and retreated to our separate rooms, my mind was suddenly filled with a strange desire–a desire to remain beside Richard instead of sleeping by myself. I had convinced myself that I couldn’t bear another night spent alone, so I made the impulsive decision to return to Richard’s door, knocking like a fool and then audaciously proposing

that we sleep together.

Of course, I had meant my words literally, wanting only to sleep in the same bed, but that wasn’t how

Richard had taken it.

The memory of Richard’s incredulous stare haunted my thoughts–the confusion and concern that etcl deeply into his features. I cringed at the recollection, humiliated by my own actions. How had I thought that such a request would be anything but absurd?

Richard had questioned me; his words were filled with disbelief and a tinge of worry. I remembered that the first thing he had done was ask me if I was sober, reminding me that I had a few glasses of champagne before we left the party. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the implication, and m actions suddenly seemed even more foolish.

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In my shocked state, I had resorted to faking a laugh, attempting to downplay the seriousness of my

request. I made fun of Richard, accusing him of overreacting–a feeble attempt to salvage my dig

for my visit,

of my

a few laces before hastily recreating to the safety of

door had closed behind me. I collapsed on my bed, my face buried in

cried out

day, but the embarrassment still clung to me.

scene over and over again, the memory carving

consciousness.

whispered to myself, my voice tinged

What was I

keep my distance from Richard, avoiding him at all

the thought of facing him the

actions feels a little too heavy for me to

I struggled to collect myself, frustration gnawing at my core. I let out a

far too much to do. Slowly, I peeled myself out

way towards the bathroom,

semblance of composure.

hint of curiosity tugged at my thoughts, prompting me to check if the tabloids had seized on the events of last night. With a

for the inevitable.

ex–husband with his

divorce.

Romero has an affair with Rival’s wife; he marries her

Amber Grey, really

Ex–husband?”

burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

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desperation and cunning, was behind each and every one of these articles. But what I couldn’t fathom was why

a

so

news stories, it would be easier to dismiss them as simple–minded revenge. But the fact that Kayden was also a part of such stupid tactics left me questioning his sanity. Surely he knew the potential backlash that could occur from exposing himself like this, or was petty revenge clouding his judgment

a few of the bizarre headlines and laughing. I glanced at the

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