Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

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. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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.

Detective Garcia’s brows furrowed in contemplation as he raised his gaze from the letter to meet Mrs. Romero’s eyes, a hint of skepticism evident in his expression. “Do you truly believe that this letter

is from Alison?” he inquired, his tone measured as he sought clarification.

Amber’s gaze remained steady, resolute in her conviction, as she nodded in response. “There is no

reason for me to doubt its authenticity, Detective. The handwriting is unmistakably Alison’s,” she explained, her voice laced with certainty.

Garcia leaned back in his chair, his mind buzzing with a mix of intrigue and caution. “Handwriting

can be easily forged, Mrs. Romero. But I must admit, Alison’s sudden death does raise questions,” he

acknowledged, his voice tinged with a note of concern. “I had requested a thorough investigation into

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

shame.”

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Amber’s expression darkened, her thoughts swirling with suspicions and doubts. “How did she kill

herself, Detective? And also, was there a note left behind at the scene?” she inquired, her voice

tinged with a sense of urgency.

Garcia’s gaze turned calmer, as he recounted the details of Alison’s supposed suicide. “According to

was found with her,

Mrs. Romero, and in it, Alison wrote that she no longer had the strength to face the world or her son

after losing everything,” he revealed.

the report, she overdosed and drowned in her bathtub. As you’d expecte

Shaking her head in disbelief, Amber dismissed the notion of Alison’s alleged motives for ending her

life. “I refuse to believe that Alison was driven to such despair, Detective. I know she’s pathetic,

but she wouldn’t be that pathetic. There must be more to this, and I suspect it has everything to do

with what she delivered to me,” she asserted.

Amber reached for the envelope once again, retrieving a small USB drive and placing it on the table

before Garcia. The detective’s curiosity was piqued as he eyed the device, prompting him to inquire

about its contents.

“What is this, Mrs. Romero?” Garcia questioned, his gaze shifting from the USB to Amber in

anticipation of her response.

Amber’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she explained the significance of the files stored on the

USB. “This, Detective, contains copies of conversations between Alison, Kayden Black, and Marlene

Black on separate occasions,” she revealed, her voice laced with a sense of revelation.

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Garcia’s interest was piqued as he reached for the USB. “What do these conversations entail, Mrs.

Romero?” he inquired.

Amber’s gaze remained fixed on Garcia, a steely determination reflected in her eyes as she declared,

“There’s an audio file that captures a conversation between Alison and Kayden, while the video

documents the interaction between Alison and Marlene. And I think these videos will help confirm who

hurt Alison.”

“What do you want me to do now, Mrs. Romero?” he inquired.

Amber’s ‘expression remained composed, her gaze unwavering, as she issued her instructions to the

detective. “I want you to watch the video and listen to the audio files first before taking any

further action. What you choose to do with it is your issue. But please refrain from making the

contents public until I give you the go–ahead. I don’t want my business out there just yet,” she

stated.

Garcia nodded in understanding, his focus shifting to the files stored on the USB. “Is there anything

else you wish for me to do, Mrs. Romero? Surely, you didn’t just call me here to hand me this. What

else do you need from me?” he inquired.

Amber’s features tightened slightly as she reached for another file, handing it to Garcia. “Now this

document pertains to the irregularities in a subsidiary under Kayden Black’s company,” she, disclosed,

her voice tinged with a note of unease. “The money in question stems from drug trafficking, with the

subsidiary laundering the funds on Kayden’s behalf.”

Garcia’s brows furrowed as he processed the damning information, his lips forming a silent

‘Interesting‘ as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. “So, is this yet another piece of evidence

I must keep hidden from the public eye?” he inquired.

Amber’s response was swift and resolute, her gaze meeting Garcia’s. “For this particular information, Detective, there is no need to hide it from the public. What I really want from you is a simple yet tricky task,” she stated.

Garcia regarded Amber with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, his focus sharpening as he awaited her next words. “I’m all ears, Mrs. Romero. What is it that you need me to do?” he queried.

Amber’s exhale was heavy, but she quickly composed herself. “Just so you know, detective, the head o

the subsidiary implicated in the money laundering scheme is actually my father, Martin Grey,” she

revealed.

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“But without asking me for reasons, what I want you to do now is to have my father arrested as soon

as possible and to bring down the company with him. To sum it up, I want Martin in jail by tomorrow,

and Kayden should be questioned publicly. That’s the chaos I want to happen tomorrow.”