Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

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Amber listened silently to her father as he began to attempt to justify himself. “Amber, the thing

that happened with Mary isn’t something I can easily explain. It’s all very complicated,” he said.

His response struck a nerve in her, and she could feel the anger bubbling at the mention of Mary’s

name. “I’m still curious, Dad. Go ahead and explain this

complicated story and tell me how it all

started. I’m sure it was all just a big mistake, right?” she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Martin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “Yes, Amber, it

was a mistake. I know you probably won’t believe me, but things with Mary escalated so quickly, and I

hardly even remember how it all began. A few weeks after… something happened between us. She car to me and told me she was pregnant. She said I was the father, and I was left with no other choice

but to marry her,” he admitted, his voice filled with shame and regret.

Amber’s eyes rolled involuntarily at his words, a wave of disbelief washing over her. “So, what you’re telling me is that you let yourself be seduced by Mary less than two years after Mom passed away? Was it that hard to stay away from Mom’s old friend and keep yourself from getting in bed with her?” she questioned, her voice filled with disappointment.

Martin opened his mouth to respond, but Amber held up a hand, cutting him off before he could utter a

word. “Save it, Dad. Now that I think about it, I don’t need to hear your explanations. You made your choice, and now you have to live with the consequences of all your actions, no matter how praiseworthy you think they are,” she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering.

A heavy silence settled between them as Martin sighed, recognizing the futility of trying to defend

himself. “Amber, I know I have no right to ask for your understanding, but everything I did was to protect you and the rest of the family. I just tried my best to keep us safe,” he implored, his voice

tinged with desperation.

Amber scoffed, her expression hardening as she shook her head. “Stop lying to yourself, Dad. You’re not fooling anyone, least of all me,” she retorted, her voice filled with a sense of betrayal.

She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she fixed her father with a piercing gaze. “Even if I could believe that you agreed to work for the Black family for Mom’s sake and to get revenge for her, I know for a fact that you ended up losing your way because of your greed, Dad. No excuses you make can justify what you did too. You handed me over to Kayden, knowing he was responsible for Mom’s death. You practically sold me out, putting me in a situation where I was

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sleeping with the enemy without even realizing that the man I trusted had taken my mother from me,”

she accused, her words hitting Martin like a dagger to the heart.

Martin hung his head, his guilt settling heavily on his shoulders. He knew there was no excuse for

his actions and no way to undo the damage his decisions had caused.

“Amber, what do you want from me now?” he inquired, his tone threaded with a hint of weariness.

Amber’s expression remained steely as she met her father’s gaze head–on. “I’ve already told you

what

I want, Dad. I want you to stop protecting Kayden. Give up every piece of evidence you have against him that could finally bring him down for everything he’s done,” she responded, her voice firm.

Martin let out a heavy sigh, a twinge of concern flickering in his eyes as he studied his daughter.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go against Kayden? Do you truly believe you can take him down without

putting yourself in danger?” he inquired, his voice tinged with worry.

Amber’s laugh was devoid of humor as she shook her head. “I am not the same naive Amber you once

knew, Dad. Stop treating me like I’m stupid. I know what I’m doing now,” she retorted, her eyes

flashing with determination. “You’re wasting my time. Give me what I want, or you’ll spend the rest

of your life in jail for crimes that aren’t even yours,” she added.

Martin nodded in reluctant understanding, bowing to Amber’s demands. “You win, Amber. I’ll give you

everything I have on Kayden and his family,” he conceded, his voice resigned.

He went on to explain the extent of the evidence he had compiled against Kayden, detailing everything

from his childhood transgressions to his illicit dealings and criminal activities.

Amber listened in disbelief, her shock evident on her face as Martin painted a damning picture of Kayden’s sordid past and present. “How did you gather all this information and keep it hidden for so

long without saying anything?” she questioned, her voice laced with incredulity.

hat’s not important now. What matters is

Martin waved off her question with a dismissive gesture. that you’ll have the leverage you need to take down Kayden once and for all,” he responded, his tone

serious.

Amber sighed. “Where is this safe located, Dad?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the storm of

emotions brewing in her.

Martin hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s in a vault in a private bank. You’ll need to get the keys from my house to access it and retrieve the evidence inside,” he explained.

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As Martin revealed the location of the key to the safe containing evidence against Kayden, a sense of urgency surged in Amber. She fixed her gaze on her father, determination etched into her features. “Make sure whoever it is that’s giving me the key is cautious, Dad. Mary can’t catch wind of what we’re doing,” she instructed, her voice sharp and resolute.

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With a brisk nod, Amber rose from her seat. “Also, keep in mind that you have twenty–four hours to

time in prison and reflect on yourself, Dad. I hope

get that key to me, Dad. Until then, endure you

you change for the better,” she declared.

Without another glance back at her father, Amber strode out of the visitation room, the heavy door closing behind her with a resounding thud.

Sliding into her car, Amber started the ignition and began her journey back home. As she drove, a subtle stiffness in the steering wheel caught her attention–a nagging sensation that something was amiss. Frowning, she pushed the thought aside, attributing the discomfort to the stress of her

encounter with her father.

However, as she continued along the highway, a foreboding feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

The traffic light ahead showed that it was red, prompting Amber to step on the brakes. To her shock,

the car failed to respond, hurtling forward at an alarming speed. Panic clawed at her chest as she

realized the accelerator was also malfunctioning, propelling the car uncontrollably faster.

The world seemed to blur into a surreal haze as Amber grappled with the chaos unfolding in her malfunctioning car. The rush of wind against her windows mingled with the pounding of her heart, a disorienting sound that drowned out all rational thought. Panic welled in her as the car continued to accelerate, heedless of her desperate attempts to regain control.

Her mind raced with a jumble of confusion and fear, each passing moment stretching into eternity as the red light loomed closer. Amber’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white with tension, but the car remained unyielding to her commands.

As her car sailed past the red light, a black SUV materialized out of nowhere from her right–a sudden presence that sent shockwaves of terror through her trembling form. In a fraction of a heartbeat that felt like an eternity, the SUV collided with her car with bone–jarring force, the impact shattering her fragile hope for safety.

The world spun into a maddening whirl as the SUV’s brutal momentum propelled her car sideways, careening towards another vehicle that loomed menacingly in her periphery. The sickening crunch of metal meeting metal reverberated through the air as the specter of an impending disaster drew nearer

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The violent collision struck like a thunderbolt, the sheer force of the impact sending Amber’s car tumbling uncontrollably across the asphalt. The painful sound of screeching tires and shattering glass filled her ears, drowning out her screams of terror as her body flailed within the twisted confines of the vehicle.

Amid the chaos, a profound sense of detachment descended on Amber, as if she were an observer outside her own body, watching the surreal drama unfold from a place of disconnected numbness. The world outside her shattered windshield blurred into a memory of fragmented images, a fever dream of twisted metal and billowing smoke.

Amidst the violent turmoil, a searing pain flared through her head like a raging inferno, the world

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around her dimming to a hazy, ethereal blur. The taste of copper flooded her senses as blood, crimson and visceral, spilled from a jagged wound on her brow, painting her vision in shades of stark, stark

red.

And then, before she knew it, her consciousness slipped from her, and the last thing she remembered hearing was the sound of the police siren.

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