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

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Chapter 111

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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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in the kitchen was very scary to him because he

anyone allow her in the kitchen?” he muttered

in disbelief.

Amber had taken it upon herself to oversee the morning meal,

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

fell on the sight of Amber standing behind a sizzling pan, her focus intent on the eggs she was expertly frying.

gaze met Amber’s, and a warm, wild smile blossomed on her face at

a stray lock of hair behind

pan, a mix of surprise and amusement

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

twinkle in her eye, her words laced with a hint of self–deprecating humor. “But let’s just say, YouTube cooking tutorials are harder

glanced around the kitchen. “YouTube videos

not surprised that Richard would think

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wanted to make something grand and really

with a playful grin.

in the end.

in Richard’s

her, Amber’s grin widened into a playful challenge. “Alright, Mr. Romero, the

you,” she declared with mock seriousness, a mischievous glint in

the time you’re back, breakfast will be

resigned sigh and a teasing roll of his eyes,

he relented, his voice tinged with amusement as he

the kitchen as she had requested.

cooking, Amber couldn’t help but feel

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

scandal in motion, painting a vivid picture

family

playing on her lips, Amber remembered the headline that

assault, with a damning

making waves

the family into the unforgiving spotlight of public

reaction of speculation and gossip that pleased

run into her and then proceed to slap her

made headlines, which only added to the growing problems within the

of French

relief and pride mingled

to the dining area, Amber’s thoughts were