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

Chapter Ninety One

Amber’s POV.

I sat across the table from Richard, the remnants of our pizza dinner laid out before us. The ambiance was cozy, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the room. But despite the comfortable setting, my mind raced with thoughts, and my heart was still reeling from the unexpected question

Richard had posed earlier.

As I picked absentmindedly at a stray piece of mozzarella on my plate, Richard’s words echoed in my

mind, a constant loop that refused to fade into the background. How would I feel if he told me he loved me? The question had come out of nowhere, catching me off guard and leaving me speechless-

jumble of emotions swirling in me.

Instead of responding in the moment, I excused myself to retrieve our pizza, a simple task that provided me with a moment of respite to gather my thoughts. Since then, the air between us has been

thick with unspoken words, a tension hanging heavy in the silence that settled between us.

Richard, too, seemed lost in his own thoughts, his depressed and detached expression from earlier replaced by a quiet contemplation that mirrored my own. The space between us felt charged, and it

didn’t seem like either one of us was ready to take the first step to speak up.

Suddenly, Richard cleared his throat, pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. His voice was

hesitant and cautious as he broached the subject that had been hanging in the air between us. “Amber,

did I… Did I make you uncomfortable with the question earlier?”

His words struck a chord in me, a rush of panic welling up in my chest at the thought of addressing the question head–on. I felt a knot form in my stomach, uncertainty clouding my mind as I searched

for the right words to say. Swallowing hard, I met his gaze, my voice coming out in a whisper: “Which

question, Richard?”

A flicker of nervousness crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding mine for a moment before meeting them once again. He stumbled over his words, a hint of vulnerability

seeping through his usual composure. “I… I’m not sure if it’s okay for me to repeat myself. I don’t want to make you more uncomfortable. Richard’s tone was uncertain.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation I knew we were about to slowly but surely

get into. With a resolute nod. I mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room, wanting him to know that he could repeat himself without thinking I’d go mute again,

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you can go ahead and repeat the question if you want to. It’s okay,” I stated.

response, unsure of what to

moment, his expression unreadable as he let out

you uncomfortable, Amber. I’m

all.”

confusion at

“All you asked was how I’d feel if you told me you loved me. Yes, it caught

think it’s something worth apologizing for. I’m just curious why you asked such a question

of the

hair, a nervous gesture that

thinking, Amber,” he confessed. “And now, I’m not sure how to

without sounding… weird.”

admission, the tension

in his

to take a leap of

you’re in love with me, Richard, and

you told me you were,” I said.

wouldn’t mind if I was…” His voice trailed

interrupted him. “Richard, just be clear with me. Stop overthinking how

his hands as he struggled with his next words. I watched him closely, a mix of patience and anxious anticipation churning in me as I waited for him to speak. Finally, after a long moment of silence, he met my gaze

surprising as it may be to you, I meant it when I asked how you’d feel if I told you I loved you,” he began.

his direct confession, the weight of his words crashing over me. My heart raced, but

“I’m not… I’m not experienced when it comes to falling in love

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don’t know what to say, and I’m trying not to say something wrong right now,” he admitted. “But I realized that what

spoke, a torrent of emotions surged in me–a mix of disbelief, uncertainty, and happiness. His next words struck a chord deep in me, his admission taking me by surprise. “Ever since you’ve

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