Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Chapter Thirty One

Amber’s Pov.

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Standing in front of the mirror in the large dressing room, I stared at my reflection in my wedding

dress.

The gown was exquisite, and I couldn’t deny that I looked absolutely beautiful. From the intricate

lace detailing to the way the fabric felt on my skin, everything was perfect.

But despite the outward perfection, a wave of misery washed over me, tainting the joy that should

have accompanied this day.

Today was finally the day I would marry into a powerful family like the Romero family, and become Amber Romero, instead of Amber Grey. It was the day that marked the beginning of my plans for revenge, but instead of excitement, I felt a mix of anger and misery.

How had I ended up here? How had Kayden and Marlene managed to turn me into a person who was getting married again for revenge?

The bitterness settled in my stomach as I recalled my first wedding, a day that had been filled with love and happiness that had now become tainted by betrayal and deceit. The realization that the love had been one–sided made my blood boil, and it made me feel stupid all over again.

Pushing thoughts of Kayden aside, I reminded myself of the mission at hand. The only thing that still connected me to that bastard was my desire to destroy him, to make him feel the pain and heartbreak he had inflicted on me.

And Richard, my soon–to–be fake husband, was the means to that end. He was about to be my steppi stone, and I, his weapon.

Outside the dressing room, I could already hear the muffled voices of the guests as they chatted and laughed.

Richard had assured me that it would be a small affair, but I knew better than to believe that. Richard was a man of influence, and I did not doubt that whether he liked it or not, the idea of

having a quiet wedding would be a burst.

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Taking a deep breath, I steadied my breathing and steeled myself for what lay ahead. I was going to walk down the aisle alone, a sign of my independence and disconnection from my own family.

Having disowned them, I saw no need to have anyone accompany me or give me away. It would be a silent reminder that no one had any control over me and a reminder that I was in charge of my own destiny.

As I waited in the dressing room, the minutes ticking away, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

The music was about to start, signaling my cue to make my entrance in the stunning wedding dress that

had been meticulously chosen. I fidgeted with my bouquet, trying to distract myself from the jumble

of emotions swirling in me.

Just as I was beginning to lose myself in my thoughts, a knock on the door startled me. Assuming it

was the makeup artist yet again, wanting to touch up my makeup for what felt like the umpteenth time,

I called out, “Come in!”

To my surprise, the door swung open, and Naomi, my hired maid of honor, walked in. I blinked in

astonishment, momentarily unable to process her presence. Composing myself, I mustered a smile.

“Naomi, what are you doing here?” I asked.

Naomi bowed curtly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of professionalism and concern. “Hi, Amber, I just

wanted to check in on you. Are you okay?” she asked, her tone laced with sincerity.

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the genuine worry in her voice. “I’m fine, Naomi,” I reassured

her, attempting to appear more composed than I felt. “Just a few pre–wedding jitters, you know?”

Naomi nodded understandingly. “Of course, I understand. Weddings can be nerve–wracking,” she replied

her voice empathetic. “I wanted to make sure you were doing well and also fulfill my duty to pretend to be your longtime friend.”

Her words hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude. Though I knew without a

doubt that Naomi was an actress, hired to play the role of a friend I didn’t truly have, her concern

felt genuine. It was a kind gesture amidst the sea of pretense surrounding my make–believe

relationship with Richard.

A smile broke across my face, and I found myself sincerely thanking her. “Thank you, Naomi. I

appreciate all the effort you’re putting into portraying my long–lost friend. It’s very believable.”

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Naomi returned my smile. “It’s my pleasure, Amber. I want to make this day special for you, just like

any friend would.” Her words resonated in me, and for the first time in a long time, I wondered if

this charade this fabrication of friendship could somehow evolve into something more authentic.

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Just as I opened my mouth to say something more to Naomi, the wedding song began to play, and my

nervousness resurfaced with quickness.

I immediately dismissed Naomi, and a smile on her face as she reassured me that I looked beautiful,

before she hurriedly made her exit from the room.

Alone again, I stared at myself in the mirror, my hands clutching the bouquet tightly. The reflection

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that stared back at me seemed like a stranger–an imposter about to step into an elaborate

masquerade.

Taking a deep breath, I muttered to myself, “You’re making the right decision. There’s no reason to be scared of anyone.” The words provided a small measure of reassurance.

I had to believe that I was doing the right thing, even if the path ahead was clouded with deception and pain.

With my heart pounding, I stepped out of the dressing room and into the corridor. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of overwhelming.

The grand hall was packed with faces I didn’t recognize, strangers who had been invited to witness

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this elaborate charade. Even the few familiar faces I managed to spot were people I would have never imagined attending my wedding.

Through the crowd, my eyes found Richard standing at the end of the long aisle. There was a calmness in his demeanor, and my breath hitched in my throat as I took in his appearance.

He looked impeccable from head to toe, every detail perfectly in place. Despite the façade of our contract relationship, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Richard was undeniably a beautiful man. And in just a few short minutes, that beautiful man would be my husband.

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