Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter Fifty Nine Third Person Pov Amber jolted awake, her heart pounding against her chest as sweat trickled down her forehead. She clutched the sheets tightly, desperately trying to catch her breath and shake off the remnants of the nightmare that had haunted her sleep. But as she sat up in bed, a heavy fog of disorientation settled on her, clouding her mind and denying her any recollection of the terrible image that had plagued her dreams.

Taking a deep breath, Amber reached for her bedside table, her trembling hand searching for a sense of calm in the form of the medications she kept there.

Those small pills represented a lifeline, one that she clung to in moments of distress despite the fact that it had been given to her by someone she no longer wanted to have anything to do with.

Just as Amber's fingers grazed the container, a realization struck her with force - she hadn't eaten anything the previous day. To take the medication on an empty stomach would bring more harm than relief to her, and she knew this from experience.

She let out a tired sigh before climbing out of bed. She could feel her legs wobbling beneath her, a sense of dizziness threatening to unhinge her. She steadied herself, waiting patiently until the wave of dizziness subsided, before mustering the courage to continue downstairs.

With each step down the stairs, Amber's unease grew. Her legs felt weaker and weaker, as if ready to buckle beneath her weight at any moment. The world around her seemed to sway, a disorienting mavement of shadows and light that worsened her dizziness. She pressed a hand against the railing, hoping to steady herself so she wouldn't end up losing her balance and falling down the stairs.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Amber paused, her blurred vision struggling to adjust to her surroundings. The silence in the house seemed deafening, amplifying the unease in her mind. She moved towards the kitchen, her steps cautious and deliberate as she didn’t want to make any noise.

She knew it was unlikely Richard would hear her all the way from his room, and since none of the servants stayed inside the main house, she decided against acting so carefully.

Opening the fridge, Amber's heart sank as she realized that there was no cooked food in sight.

Farm Heros Saga Fruit Match 3 & Puzzle Games Play Now 14:35 Fri, 1 Maru Chapter Filty Nine Up to 50% off It had been days since she had the appetite to eat, and it only worsened after the situation with Kayden at the restaurant. She was hoping that she'd at least find a few slices of bread to munch on since she was a terrible cook, but there was nothing.

Amber continued to stand in front of the fridge, frustration pinching her features, and she was completely absorbed in her own thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, Richard had entered the kitchen, his footsteps muffled by the quietness of the house.

“What's going on, Amber?” he asked.

Startled by his voice, Amber turned to face him, her eyes widening slightly. Richard's keen observation didn’t fail him, as he immediately noticed that there was a change in her appearance.

Her normally vibrant complexion had paled, and she seemed to be struggling to catch her breath. Alarm bells rang in Richard’s mind, urging him to step closer to her side.

Her heart skipped a beat as he rushed to her side, his voice filled with genuine concern. “Amber, are you okay?” he asked.

His concerned gaze instantly caught her attention, and she couldn't help but notice the worry etched on his face, surprisingly.

She mustered a weak smile, trying to downplay her state, but Richard wasn’t fooled. “I'm fine. Richard. just a little tired,” she said dismissively, waving off his concern. But her attempt to convince him of her wellbeing fell flat, as Richard's gaze refused to waver.

Richard wasn’t convinced. He knew there was more to it than mere fatigue. He observed her closely. his worry deepening with each passing second. “What are you doing in the kitchen at this hour? Do y you need something?” With a tired sigh, Amber admitted, “I just wanted something to eat so I could take a calming medicine that would helpsleep better.” But Richard was not convinced, a skeptical expression crossing his face. “I don’t think calming medicine is what you need, Amber. We should go to the hospital if you don’t feel well,” he said gently, his concern growing.

Amber felt a,wave of dizziness wash over her, her legs threatening to give way. Despite her weakness she resisted Richard's suggestion, determined to stop him from making a big deal out of anything.

7/3 0 14:35 Fo. 1 Mar 46 Cute Fifty » Up to 50% off “Richard, please, you worry too much. I'm really fine,” she said with more conviction than she felt.

Richard's features hardened with resolve, refusing to accept Amber's troubled state. He reached out gently grasping her trembling hand. “What do you need, Amber? What can | do for you?” he asked, hi voice filled with urgency.

A weak smile graced Amber's lips as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “I... | just need to eat something.

Something small and simple because I'm not a big eater.” Understanding her, Richard nodded. “Wait forin the dining area or the living room. I'll make you something quickly,” he suggested.

Richard busied himself in the kitchen, focusing his attention on preparing a simple yet nourishing meal for Amber. As he chopped a bit of vegetables in a hurry and stirred the simmering soup, his mind lingered on Amber's fragile state. He couldn't shake off the worry that had settled deep in his chest.

Once the meal was ready, Richard carefully carried the steaming bowl! of soup as he made his way to the dining area. He had seen Amber head in that direction earlier and hoped she was still there.

On entering the room, Richard's eyes first fell on the empty chair at the edge of the table. His brows furrowed in confusion, his gaze scanning the room for any sign of Amber. And then he saw her.

Amber's head lay on the table, her body slumped, completely unaware of Richard's presence. His initial concern turned into alarm as he hurriedly moved closer, calling her nsoftly but urgently.

“Amber? Amber, wake up.” He reached out, gently shaking her shoulder.

Amber remained unresponsive, and Richard's heart raced, panic bubbling in him as he called out to her again and again. But no matter how desperately he tried, she didn’t respond to him.

That was when the realization crashed over Richard like a wave, striking him with the harsh truth. Amber was unconscious.

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