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

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Third Person POV.

“You can think I’m afraid of him, Elena. But I’m not afraid of that idiot, and he has no power over me.

I hate him for what he did to me and Giorgia, and I’ll make him pay for everything. It’s that simple.” Richard retorted, struggling to sound confident with his words.

“Giorgia…another root cause of evil,” Elena blurted out, causing both Bianca, Richard, and Amber to

stare at her with confused looks on their faces.

“You better not speak ill of Giorgia, Elena. She’s a no–go area,” Richard warned.

“She’s a no–go area? And why’s that? Because she’s dead? So, because she killed herself, I’m not allowed to talk about it as freely as I want to?” Elena retorted.

Bianca hissed back in response. “She’s your youngest sister, Elena. Just leave her out of this conversation. Aren’t you tired?”

“Point of correction: she was my sister, Bianca. Now she’s dead, and forgive me if, unlike you guys, I don’t blame myself for what happened to her,” Elena fired back at her with a nonchalant look on her

face.

She knew they’d most likely think she was crazy with how she spoke about Giorgia, her own sister, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care any longer for Giorgia’s death. She had seen how Giorgia’s death had ruined her family even more, so she could no longer bring herself to live in the shadow of

her late sister’s death.

“Well, you’re not to blame. I am at fault for what happened to her. But regardless, stop talking about her like she wasn’t someone important in our lives. Respect her memories at the very least,” Richard quickly defended.

Elena’s scoff echoed through the room, a sharp sound that cut through the heavy silence like a blade.. She stared at Richard with a skeptical gaze, her expression a mix of incredulity and frustration as she challenged his line of thinking. “And just what makes you believe that I’m interested in still being stuck on Giorgia’s decision? Also, why do you always insist on taking the blame for something that was never yours to carry?” she demanded.

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“Because I know, Elena. I know that if

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the first place, she would never have had to endure the torment that pushed her to such a drastic end,” he

on her mask of disbelief and disapproval. “You can’t keep attributing everything to Kayden, Richard. You’re allowing your anger and hurt to cloud your judgment. Giorgia’s choices were her own, and she died

he fought to contain the surge of emotions roiling in him. “You don’t understand, Elena. Kayden’s manipulation, his intention to hurt me by hurting those close to me. is the reason why she ended up dead. It played a part in Giorgia’s

countered.

with a mix of irritation and frustration. “Richard, you need to stop shouldering the blame for things beyond your control. Giorgia chose to fall in love with the enemy, and

words, his temper rising as he struggled to make her understand. “How can you say that, Elena? Giorgia was your sister, so how can you be so callous towards her memory? She was young and vulnerable, and Kayden took advantage

her features before being replaced by a steely resolve. “I’m not being callous, Richard. I’m being realistic. Giorgia knew the risks of entangling

frustration boiled over, the weight of the conversation pressing down on him. With a sharp. retort, he declared, “I’ve heard just enough,” before pushing back his chair and striding

flared as she moved to follow him, her footsteps faltering as Elena’s voice halted her in her tracks. “Amber, wait. Let’s talk for a bit.” Elena’s

her tracks.

turned back to face her, her brows furrowed in confusion.

mix of contemplation and concern, as she met Amber’s gaze. “I can tell that you must be thinking that I’m losing my mind.” Elena began. “I’m just a bit thrown off by your approach, ma’am. So, what’s this all about? Why’d you stop me?” she asked, her voice laced

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a bit thrown off by your approach, ma’am. So, what’s this