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

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Chapter 111

Third Person POV.

Richard stirred from his sleep, a faint sense of irritation tugging at the edges of his consciousness

as the insistent ring of his phone pierced through his quiet morning. With a frustrated sigh, he

forced his tired eyes open, half–expecting to find Amber nestled beside him in bed. But the empty

space beside him only served to deepen his confusion as he began to wonder where she went.

Picking up his phone from the bedside table, Richard’s frown deepened when he saw that it was Elena

calling. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he swiftly dismissed the call, his discomfort at the mere

sight of her name evident. He had a sinking suspicion about the reason for her call, but the last

thing he wanted was to engage in any conversation with her at that moment.

He didn’t think he had the strength to deal with her problems, and he had also been avoiding her

after the scene she pulled in Italy.

“Amber?” Richard called out, the echo of his voice bouncing off the empty walls of his room. He was

hoping that she would be in the bathroom, but when he didn’t get a response after calling out her name a few more times, he realized that she wasn’t in the room.

Driven by instincts, Richard pushed aside any thoughts of putting on a shirt as he swung his bare legs over the edge of the bed. With quick steps, he left his room and made his way to Amber’s room,

so he’d know if she was there or not.

On getting to her room door, he’d knock on it a few times, expecting to hear a response, but he’d get

nothing.

While he was still knocking and waiting. Jolene, a servant who had a basket of laundry in her hands. and was going her way, would catch attention, and he’d quickly stop her. “Jolene, have you seen my

wife?” he asked.

Jolene would immediately bow her head in respect to Richard before responding. “Your wife is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, sir,” she informed him.

Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief at the revelation, a mixture of shock and concern flickering across his features. “In the kitchen? Preparing breakfast?” he echoed, wondering if Jolene had it all

wrong.

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of Amber being in the kitchen was very scary to him because he knew

would anyone allow her in the kitchen?” he muttered to himself while shaking his head

in disbelief.

upon herself to oversee the morning meal, prompting the kitchen staff

his head in disbelief, Richard wasted no time in rushing the stairs with haste. He didn’t know how far she had gone, but he knew that he needed to stop her so she wouldn’t end up blowing the kitchen up like she almost did at a point during their

fell on the sight of Amber standing behind a sizzling pan, her focus intent on the eggs

met Amber’s, and a warm, wild smile blossomed on her face at the sight of

chimed as she playfully nudged a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I was beginning to think you planned on sleeping through

and the pan, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering in his eyes. “Breakfast, huh? That’s surprising!”

in response to his questioning gaze, a lightness in her tone as she explained, “I woke up feeling good today, so

to make something real fancy,” she revealed with a playful twinkle in her eye, her words laced with a hint of self–deprecating humor. “But let’s just say, YouTube cooking tutorials are harder to follow than they seem,”

curiosity as he glanced around the kitchen.

surprised that Richard would think that she was

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silly. I initially wanted to make something grand and really nice.

and his queen,” Amber quipped with a playful grin. “But alas, French toast

bet in the end. Sorry, my king.”

disbelief that lingered in Richard’s gaze, alongside his evident urge to laugh

into a playful challenge. “Alright, Mr. Romero, the kitchen’s off–limits

she declared with mock seriousness, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Go back

by the time you’re back, breakfast will be ready.”

and a teasing roll of his eyes, he agreed to her playful command.

leave you to your cooking.” he relented, his voice

from the kitchen as

rounding up her cooking,

the news that had greeted her that very morning. The article she

had set the wheels of gossip and scandal in motion, painting

family really was.

Amber remembered the

was arrested for assault, with a damning

waves online.

revelation had thrust the family into

and gossip that

to run into her and then proceed to slap her in

headlines, which

finished plating their breakfast–a simple spread of French toast,

relief and pride mingled with a strange

plates with care to the dining area, Amber’s thoughts were interrupted by