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

Chapter 121

Third–Person Pov

Amber sat across from Detective Garcia, her fingers lightly on the table as she mentally prepared

herself. She had decided that it was time to involve the police in her plans after she suddenly

started to feel even more rushed than usual, almost like something bad was about to happen.

“Thank you for coming, Detective,” Amber began, her tone calm but resolute as she addressed Garcia.

The detective, introduced to her by Colonel Miller, regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and

professionalism, awaiting her next words.

Garcia nodded in acknowledgment, his expression guarded as he asked, “Mrs. Romero, may I ask why you

requested my presence in person? Typically, you prefer to communicate over the phone for the sake o

your safety and privacy, so it’s weird that you even went as far as inviting me to your place.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Amber’s lips as she met Garcia’s gaze, her eyes betraying her seriousness. “The matters I wish to discuss with you, Detective, should not be confined to a phone

call. They require a level of discretion and trust that can only be achieved face–to–face,” she

explained, her voice steady and unwavering.

Garcia’s skepticism lingered, but a flicker of intrigue danced in his eyes as he leaned forward slightly, prompting her to continue. “What is it that you wish to share, Mrs. Romero? And how can I assist you in this matter?” he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Amber leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Garcia as she issued a warning. “Before I give up any information, Detective, I must remind you of the importance of discretion. The details I am about to share must remain confidential until I deem it necessary to reveal them to the public. Is that enough for you?” she emphasized.

Garcia nodded in understanding, his expression serious as he replied, “I will do my best to honor your request, Mrs. Romero. Please go on and tell me what you need help with.”

With a deliberate movement, Amber pushed an envelope across the table towards Garcia, guiding him to take a closer look. As he reached for the envelope and gingerly opened it, he seemed confused at first, probably because of the name he was seeing.

“That is a letter written by Alison to me before her death, though I only received it recently,” Amber disclosed, her voice tinged with emotion as she gestured towards the letter in Garcia’s hands. “I urge you to read it, Detective. It is quite interesting.”

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Garcia’s gaze shifted to the letter in his hands, his intrigue rising in him as he began to read the

words penned by Alison.

Mrs. Romero’s eyes, a hint of skepticism evident in his expression. “Do you truly believe

tone measured as he sought clarification.

steady, resolute in her conviction, as she nodded in response.

to doubt its authenticity, Detective. The handwriting is unmistakably Alison’s,” she

mind buzzing with a

be easily forged, Mrs. Romero. But I must admit, Alison’s sudden death

his voice tinged with a note of concern.

but my superiors dismissed it as an open–and–shut case of suicide driven by guilt or

shame.”

H

thoughts swirling with suspicions and doubts. “How did she kill

there a note left behind at the scene?” she inquired, her

sense

he recounted the

found with

in it, Alison wrote that she no longer had

losing everything,”

she overdosed and drowned in her bathtub. As you’d

her head in disbelief, Amber dismissed the notion

that Alison was driven to such despair, Detective.

to this, and I suspect it has everything to do

to

again, retrieving a small USB drive

Garcia. The detective’s curiosity was piqued as he eyed

about its contents.

Romero?” Garcia questioned, his gaze shifting from

of her response.

smile as she explained the significance of the files stored on the

of conversations

separate occasions,” she revealed, her voice laced with

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for the USB. “What do these conversations

Romero?” he inquired.

fixed on Garcia, a steely determination reflected in

conversation

And I think

hurt Alison.”

do you want me to do now, Mrs.

remained composed, her gaze unwavering, as she issued her