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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question if you want to. It’s

for his response, unsure of what to

moment, his expression unreadable as he let out a

uncomfortable, Amber. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t

all.”

my head in confusion at his words. “Why are you apologizing, Richard?”

told me you loved me. Yes, it caught

for. I’m just curious why

the

through his hair, a nervous gesture that betrayed the uncertainty in

I asked without thinking, Amber,” he confessed. “And now, I’m not sure

without sounding… weird.”

his admission,

of cluelessness in

decided to take a leap of faith, blurting out the words that had been

“Maybe you asked because you’re in love

told me you

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

me. Stop overthinking how I’d feel or react to what you have to say. If you have something to tell

patience and anxious anticipation churning in me as I waited for him to speak. Finally, after a long moment

to you, I meant it when I asked how you’d feel if I told

crashing over me. My heart raced,

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

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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 come into my life,

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