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

Chapter Ninety Third Person POV.

Bianca stood amid the aftermath, her gaze sweeping over the scattered mess in the dining area. She eyed the untouched food on the table, the remnants of a family dinner that had spiraled into chaos. Turning to face Elena, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration, Bianca couldn't hold back her words any longer.

“You really messed up this time, Elena, You went too far.” Her voice was tinged with a hint of exasperation, her eyes locking on Elena’s in a silent challenge. Elena simply shrugged, a nonchalant. expression gracing her features as she feigned ignorance.

“What did | do wrong?” Elena’s question cut through the tension, a hint of defiance in her tone as she met Bianca's accusing gaze head-on.

Bianca gestured toward the chaos around them. “In case you didn’t realize, you went off like a mad woman back there, and you gave Richard even more reason to run from you for the rest of his life.” Elena’s response was a dismissive scoff, her confidence unwavering as she brushed off Bianca's concerns. “My relationship with Richard will be fine. And if he does decide to run, well, | won't exactly be losing any sleep over it.” Bianca shook her head in disbelief. “No offense, Elena, but you are not a sane person at all, and | don’t understand how someone who isn’t sane helps other mentally imbalanced people. It makes no sense.” Elena’s laughter cut through the tension. “Don’t be so silly, Bibi. You're the one who invitedfor this family dinner, and you knew exactly what you were getting into.” Her tone held a challenge-a subtle accusation hidden beneath her words.

“Don’t you dare put the blon me.” Bianca shot back. “I invited you because | thought maybe, just maybe, you would finally try to fix things with Richard and help him see reasons to get help. That was what | asked of you.” Elena rolled her eyes at Bianca's words. “You're a coward, Blanca. Deep down, you know that a lot of the things | said to Richard earlier were true. But because you're too scared to say it to his face, you'd rather havedo it for Ad skipped Bianca's patience wore thin as she listened to Elena’s words. “Stop saying nonsense, and tellwhat you intend to do now.” Up to 30% off Elena simply shrugged, a nonchalant expression masking the complex thoughts swirling in her mind. “What do you think of Amber?” Elena’s question caught Bianca off guard, causing a flicker of surprise in her eyes before she composed herself to respond.

“I don’t really have any strong opinions about Amber. Bianca's voice was measured, and her words were carefully chosen. “She seems like a good person, and it looks like she can handle Richard quite well. But, like you said, it's hard to say if their relationship is a good one or if it's destined for trouble. Whichever way, | think she does bring a smile to Richard's face and makes him a lot less robotic, and that’s enough for me.” Elena let out a sigh. “Well, after meeting her today for the first time, | don’t think she’s that bad, and seeing how she had my little brother in a pink sweater, she has him on a lock to an extent. But I'm a little concerned because | have a feeling she doesn’t know Richard as well as he knows her.

| wouldn't want Richard to becdependent on her without her knowing him well enough.” Bianca chuckled lightly. “But are you really surprised she doesn’t? | mean, it's Richard we're talking about, and if we didn’t have our ways, we'd know nothing about him.” Elena’s laughter rang out suddenly, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she shared a thought with Bianca. “You know, when | was going off at Richard earlier, it took everything inearlier not to mention to him that mom has a heart problem. | had to bite my tongue to shut myself up.” In an instant, Bianca's expression turned serious, with a note of urgency in her voice as she wamed Elena. “Never, ever make the mistake of saying anything about that to Richard. Mom would kill you if he ever found out,” she warned.

Elena nodded solemnly. “I won't say anything: don’t worry. | know how serious the situation is, and the last thing | want is for Richard to find a way to blhimself again. If he ever finds out, Mom would literally beg to see his face again,” she responded.

As the weight of their conversation lingered, Elena let out a sigh before reaching for her bag resting on the table. Quickly, she retrieved an envelope from its depths and handed it to Bianca.

1 Bianca's curiosity was piqued. “What is this, Elena?” Elena’s gaze held a hint of seriousness as she answered, “It’s not for you to open, Bianca. It's meant for Richard.” Leaning in slightly, she continued, “If, by chance, while Richard is still in Italy, he receives a distressing call from hand it’s bad news, then you must give him this envelope. But if that news doesn’t reach him before they leave, then you must find a way to Italy, he receives a distressing call from hand it's bad news, then you must give him this envelope. But if that news doesn’t reach him before they leave, then you must find a way to discreetly pass it on to Amber. Tell her to keep it hidden until there truly is bad news. Something unimaginable.” Bianca furrowed her brows in confusion as she studied the envelope in her hands.

With a stern look in her eyes, Elena reiterated her instructions: “Do not open it, Bianca. It’s for Richard or, if necessary, for Amber.” In a swift motion, Elena stood up from her seat, preparing to leave. “Are you leaving already, Elena? You won't at least eat something?” Elena offered a small smile as she replied, “I have to go, Bibi. My wife's probably already waiting for me” before walking out.

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