Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Third–Person Pov

Richard sat on the cold, sterile floor outside the door of the hospital room where Amber was, his heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. The news of her accident had shattered his world, and the suddenness of it all left him reeling in disbelief. He could still feel the panic that had surged through him when he received the dreadful call, his entire being consumed by a single thought:

Amber.

As he sat there, the sound of hushed voices and beeping machines from inside the room seemed to mock him. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white with tension, as he tried to push back the

rising tide of dread that threatened to engulf him.

In just these few months, Amber had become his everything, his entire world, and the reason for his being. The mere thought of losing her was a nightmare too terrible to contemplate, and he knew that he’d lose all purpose in life should anything happen to her.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the noises that surrounded him, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged inside him. But it was no use; the image of Amber’s smiling face, her laughter ringing in his ears, was a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment that now held her.

He was informed when he arrived that she wasn’t in the operating room but that the doctors could end up transferring her to the OR if her condition worsened or if the need arose for whatever reason.

With a heavy sigh, he opened his eyes and glanced down the hallway, his gaze landing on every one of the closed doors. The minutes stretched on like eternity, each passing second feeling like a lifetime as

he waited for any news or sign of hope. He knew that the longer the doctor took, the greater the possibility of something being seriously wrong, and that scared him more than anything.

He could vividly recall the moment he had rushed out of his office, the world around him a blur of motion and chaos. The sound of his own frantic heartbeat drummed in his ears, a rhythm of fear and desperation. He remembered stumbling to his car, his hands shaking so violently that he could hardly grip the steering wheel. In the end, he had to hand the keys to a company driver because his mind was too clouded with worry to even start the car.

The drive to the hospital had been a blur, each passing moment a painful reminder of the uncertainty

of Amber’s condition. And as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, his heart sank at the sight of

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The door to Amber’s room finally swung open, and Richard catapulted himself off the cold floor with a

sense of urgency, his heart pounding in his chest. As the doctor and nurse emerged from the room, Richard’s eyes bore into the doctor, desperation vivid in his eyes.

“How is she? Is she okay?” Richard’s words tumbled out in a rush, his voice tight with anxiety.

The doctor’s gaze softened as he motioned for Richard to calm down. “Mr. Romero, please come with me. I’ll explain inside.”

Richard’s shoulders tensed, his heart in his throat, as he pleaded with the doctor. “I can’t calm

down until I know she’s of Doctor. Please tell me.”

The doctor shared a knowing look with the nurse before turning back to Richard. “You need to see for

yourself, sir. Please follow me.”

With a mixture of dread and hope swirling in his chest, Richard trailed after the doctor as they

re–entered the room. His breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on Amber, his mind reeling with

disbelief at the sight that greeted him.

Amber was wide awake, her eyes bright and alert as they met Richard’s, a small smile gracing her lips

as she waved at him. Richard’s eyes widened in astonishment, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. He blinked as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“D–Doctor, is this real? Is she really…?” Richard stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amber let out a soft chuckle, the sound music to Richard’s ears. “What, did you think you’d lose your

partially sane wife so easily?”

Relief flooded through Richard like a tidal wave, the tension draining from his body as he took in the sight of Amber, alive and well. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them in a single stride, enveloping her in a tight, desperate hug.

Amber winced in pain as he squeezed her too tightly, a reminder of her fragile state. “Easy there, tiger. I’m not exactly in peak condition here,” she teased, her voice laced with affection.

Richard pulled back as if burned, guilt etching lines on his face. “I’m sorry, Amber. I’m just so

relieved to see you like this.”

He turned his gaze to the doctor, his eyes pleading for affirmation. “Is she really okay? Is she

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Amber’s soft chuckle filled the room as she reassured Richard, her eyes dancing with a hint of mischief. “I’m okay, Richard. As you can see, it’s just a little bump on the head.”

Richard rolled his eyes playfully, a mix of relief and annoyance evident in his voice. “Don’t talk, Amber. Let the doctor give me the information himself.”

Turning to the doctor, Richard’s brow furrowed with concern. “Is she really okay? Or is there something you’re not telling me?”

The doctor met Richard’s gaze, a glint of surprise in his eyes. “Believe it or not, Mr. Romero, your wife is incredibly lucky. It’s a miracle that she has no major or life–threatening injuries from the accident.”

Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to grasp the unexpected turn of events. “But then why did it take so long for you to come out? What was going on in here for that long?” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Before Richard could finish his question, Amber held up a hand, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’ll explain later, babe. Let the doctor finish.”

Turning back to the doctor, Richard’s expression was a mix of curiosity and concern. “Is there

anything else we should know?”

The doctor cleared his throat, a serious expression crossing his features. “I ran some tests on Mrs. Romero to rule out any internal injuries. And I have some good news–not only did she escape the accident without serious harm, but the baby is safe as well.”

Richard and Amber’s heads snapped towards the doctor in unison, their eyes wide with shock. Amber‘: brow furrowed slightly, confusion etching her features as she spoke up. “Baby? Doctor, what are you talking about? I’m not… I’m not pregnant.”

The doctor seemed taken aback for a moment before composing himself, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t know what to tell you, but I assure you, Mrs. Romero, I’m not mistaken. You’re

approximately six weeks pregnant.”

The room fell into stunned silence as the doctor’s words settled in, and Amber’s eyes widened in disbelief, her body tensing as she processed the unexpected news.