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

Chapter Ninety Eight

Richard’s POV.

I walked into my father’s office with a sense of unease gnawing at me, my thoughts swirling with the

gravity of the situation he was in. Raymond, my father, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the

outside as he looked to be deep in thought.

As I entered, he turned towards me, a strained smile gracing his features. “My son, I didn’t expect

you to get back so soon,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”

I offered a brief nod as I approached him, the worry for my father evident in my gaze. “Bianca had

arranged for a private plane, so coming back wasn’t an issue,” I explained, noticing the stretch

lines on his forehead were now more prominent..

Standing in front of him, I couldn’t help but voice the question that weighed heavily on my mind–a

question I was afraid of asking. “How are you holding up, Father? Are you okay?” I inquired, hoping that he’d be honest with me about how he was really doing, no matter how bad it was.

Raymond shrugged nonchalantly, an air of composure masking his emotions. “As you can see, I’m doin

just fine. It was a bit of a shake–up, I admit, but I know I’ll be alright. I just need to sort

things out as quickly as possible,” he assured me.

Sighing softly, I implored my father to share with me the details of what had transpired and explain the seriousness of the accusations that had been leveled against him. “Father, please tell me what

happened. Why are the police suddenly accusing you of drug use?”

His weary smile did not falter as he motioned for me to take a seat. We settled into the chairs

across from each other, the air heavy with a nerve–racking tension. “Let me start from the

beginning,” he said.

including how the men had arrived at the house

claimed they had received an anonymous tip,” he explained. “I denied the

do I know anything they’re talking about. But they already believe I’ve been using my influence to distribute drugs while partaking in

grave accusations leveled against my father. “But, Dad, that doesn’t make sense. They can’t just haul you in based on an anonymous hp. I protested. “Did they have any evidence to

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of doubt crossing his features as

his thoughts.

the cops have any evidence to back up their claim?” I

Las Vegas. According to them, they found about a

They’re also looking into our main companies and their subsidiaries to ensure

with illegal money.”

was incomprehensible, and the fact that there was evidence against him made less sense. “Dad,

to you, I’ve

up in my apartment. It’s

the reality of

had mentioned that he

be possible that my father, the man I looked up to, had been hiding

me all this time?

your apartment in Las Vegas, Dad? What happene while you were there? Did anything strange happen?” I

of it

still trying to process the shocking revelation about the drugs found in

a bit hesitant before suddenly revealing that there was something he had kept hidden from my mother because he didn’t want her to

it you haven’t told Mom?” I questioned.

I attended a party organized by Michael Torres, one of my old business associates; you should know who he is.

I met this woman who introduced herself

the story. “Go on, Dad. What happened with this woman?” I prodded, trying to piece together the story that was unfolding before me.

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