Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Amber’s POV.

I sat beside Antoinette in the hospital room, the faint hum of the medical equipment a constant

backdrop to our hushed conversation.

“Thank you so much for everything, Antoinette. I don’t know how to repay you for risking so much to

help me. I am truly grateful for your help,” I said.

I knew that, despite the amount of money I offered, Antoinette could have easily chosen the easy wa!

out. Thankfully, she had fulfilled her end of the bargain, even though she unfortunately had to take a beating that ended with a broken jaw, courtesy of Anthony punching her directly in the face.

Antoinette chuckled softly, a wry smile dancing on her lips as she waved off my thanks. “Don’t

mention it, girl. I only did it for the cash, and besides that, you don’t owe me anything else.”

As the conversation shifted, my brow furrowed with concern as I listened to Antoinette’s words abou

the police’s persistent questioning. A weary sigh escaped my lips before I spoke, my voice tinged

with resignation.

“I’m already dealing with the police, Antoinette, so you won’t need to worry about that anymore. I’ll

make sure they don’t bother you again,” I reassured.

Turning to Antoinette once again, I broached a topic I had been skeptical about, my gaze searching a I posed my question. “By the way, do you have a passport, Antoinette?”

Surprise flickered across Antoinette’s features before she nodded slowly, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

I hesitated for a moment before I replied, my words measured and tinged with a sense of urgency. “I’m thinking of sending you and your family out of the country for a while, for your safety. As you already know, once the video with Anthony is released, he’ll figure out that he was set up. I, of course, will be blurring out your face, but Anthony will still know that it’s you. I just don’t want

him to retaliate against you or your loved ones.”

Antoinette’s brows knit together in confusion, a furrow of concern marring her brow as she tried to process my words. “I… I don’t really understand, Amber. What are you saying? Are you asking me to

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I took a deep breath before I continued, my gaze steady as I explained my reasons. “I know it’s very sudden, but I’m doing this because I want you and your family to be safe, Antoinette. I can’t bear the

thought of Anthony trying to hurt you because of me. Please think about it, because your safety ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

is important to me.”

Antoinette nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she considered my words. “There’s a lot to process, Amber, but I’ll think about it. Thank you for caring.”

As I rose to leave, I turned to Antoinette once again, a gentle smile on my lips. “Now get some rest. Antoinette. I’ll come check on you later. Thank you again for everything.”

As I made to exit the room, her voice stopped me in my tracks. “Hold on a second, Amber.”

My brow furrowed with concern as I noted the urgency in her voice. “Is everything alright, Antoinette? Do you need something?” I asked.

Antoinette hesitated for a moment before she spoke. “This just occurred to me, but there was something strange I noticed about Anthony yesterday before and while he was hitting me,” she stated.

My interest was piqued. “Tell me, dear, what did you notice?” I inquired.

Antoinette took a deep breath before she replied, her words measured as she recounted her observations “Well, Anthony was acting unusually hyper all through our meeting yesterday, almost like he wasn’t in control of himself. He was restless and agitated, way more than his usual self,” she explained.

“Did he drink alcohol in front of you? Could that have influenced his behavior?” I responded

suggestively.

Antoinette nodded slowly, her expression grave as she spoke. “He did drink, Amber. But trust me, I’ve seen all kinds of bad drunks in my line of work. This was different. I’m almost certain that Anthony was

under the influence of something stronger than alcohol. In fact, there’s a high chance he’s even using drugs.” she said.

My eyes widened in realization, a surge of surprise and eagerness flooding through my veins. “Are you sure about this? Do you really think that he’s on drugs?”

Antoinette offered a reassuring nod, her gaze steady as she met my eyes. “I mean, I’m no expert or

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anything, but Im pretty sure of what I saw, Amber. Based on my experience with men like Anthony. there’s a good chance he’s a druggie because he acts way too crazy and ansty to be in his right

mind” she confirmed.

A smile of satisfaction tugged at the comers of my lips, and I felt a strange sense of excitement like never before. “This changes everything. Antoinette. Oh. Anthony won’t know what hit him by the time I’m done with him. I muttered to myself, already picturing the downfall of Anthony and the

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Thank you again for your help I added.

With a quick embrace and a final word of gratitude, I swiftly made my way out of the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to share this news with Richard as soon as possible, and I

couldn’t wait.

The engine hummed softly as I navigated the road leading back home. The weight of Antoinette’s words

was still heavy on my mind, causing a sense of anticipation to stir in my chest.

The familiar iron gates of our private estate loomed ahead, and as I slowed to a stop. preparing to

enter, a sudden impact jolted through the car, sending me lurching forward in shock. Pain radiated from my neck, a sharp ache cutting through the confusion that clouded my senses. How could there b

another car behind me at the entrance of my estate?

Gingerly. I stepped out of my vehicle, holding onto my neck for support as I turned to assess the damage. A black sedan stood ominously behind my car, the realization of the collision confusing me. Who could have dared to hit me here, of all places?

The driver’s door of the sedan swung open abruptly, and my breath caught in my throat as a figure emerged. But it wasn’t just any stranger–it was none other than Marlene, whose eyes seemed to be ablare with anger. Confusion and disbelief warred in me as I struggled to comprehend why in the world

she was here.

“Marlene. What the hell are you doing here?” I questioned.

Marlene’s expression was twisted with rage, her stance defiant as she locked eyes with me. She remained silent, her gaze unwavering as she regarded me with an intensity that set my nerves on edge

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your mind? Are you craving jail time already?” I yelled in anger, expecting her to say something.

But to my disbelief, Marlene simply scoffed, a bitter smirk twisting her lips as she advanced toward me with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Before I knew what was happening or had any time to react, her hand lashed out in my direction, the sharp sting of a slap echoing through the air as my cheek burned

with the force of the blow.

“You murderer!” she spat out like a crazy woman. I clenched my fists, completely outraged by her

guts.

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