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.

from the letter to meet Mrs. Romero’s eyes, a hint of skepticism evident in his expression. “Do

inquired, his tone measured

steady, resolute in her conviction, as she nodded

authenticity, Detective. The handwriting is unmistakably Alison’s,” she explained, her voice laced

mind buzzing with a mix of intrigue and caution. “Handwriting

I must admit, Alison’s sudden death does raise

with a note of concern. “I had

an open–and–shut

shame.”

H

thoughts swirling with suspicions and doubts. “How did she

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

with a sense

as he recounted the details

found with her,

she no longer had the strength to

everything,” he revealed.

and drowned in her bathtub. As you’d expecte

head in disbelief, Amber dismissed the notion of

was driven to such despair,

pathetic. There must be more to this, and I

she delivered to

envelope once again, retrieving a small USB drive and placing it on the

piqued as he eyed the device, prompting him to

about its contents.

gaze

her response.

curled into a knowing smile as she explained the significance

of conversations between Alison, Kayden

revealed, her voice laced with a sense of

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as he reached for the USB. “What do

Romero?” he inquired.

a steely determination reflected in her eyes as she declared,

a conversation between

Marlene. And I think these videos

hurt Alison.”

do now, Mrs. Romero?” he inquired.

remained composed, her gaze unwavering, as she issued her instructions to