Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

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It had been precisely twenty–four hours since the fateful moment when Amber’s father, Martin Grey,

was accused and subsequently arrested for his involvement in drug trafficking and money laundering.

The events that had transpired made Amber feel a little disappointed and saddened, but she steeled

herself, preparing to face her father for the first time since his incarceration. She had

orchestrated this chain of events, providing Detective Garcia with the evidence necessary to secure

her father’s arrest, fully aware of the repercussions that would follow.

As she made her way to the visitation room of the prison, Amber’s thoughts swirled with a mixture of

apprehension and determination. She already knew that her father was merely a figurehead in the

illicit dealings orchestrated by Kayden Black, the true mastermind behind the operation, and she was determined to prove this.

However, Martin’s stubbornness and strange loyalty to Kayden had left her with no choice but to takeExclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

drastic measures to retrieve the evidence she needed. If her father refused to comply with her demands

she was prepared to let him face the consequences of his actions, knowing full well that he had willingly aided Kayden’s nefarious businesses.

On entering the visitation room, Amber settled into a chair, her gaze fixed on the door as she

awaited her father’s arrival. Martin had been swiftly incarcerated without the possibility of bail,

thanks to Richard’s connections with the judge, who had ensured that Martin remained behind bars

until his trial.

The evidence against the company was indisputable, leaving Martin with little recourse unless he

could provide evidence to implicate Kayden as the true architect of the illegal operations.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Martin Grey was escorted into the

room, clad in the stark uniform of a prisoner. Despite expecting this sight, a pang of sadness tugged

at Amber’s heart as she took in her father’s disheveled appearance. She swallowed her emotions,

steeling herself for the confrontation that she knew was coming.

A heavy sigh escaped Amber’s lips as she locked eyes with her father, the tension palpable between

them. “Orange suits you more than I expected, Father,” she remarked wryly, unable to mask the

bitterness in her tone.

Martin’s expression darkened at her words, his pride wounded by his daughter’s sarcasm. “Are you her

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to mock me, Amber?” he retorted, his voice tinged with a mix of defiance and resentment.

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Amber’s gaze remained steady, her resolve unyielding as she met her father’s piercing stare. “I’m

here to seek the truth, Father. And if that means seeing you in this uniform, then so be it,” she

declared, the resolve in her tone evident. “I need answers, and I will not rest until I have them.”

Martin’s features softened slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his eyes as he regarded his daughter. “What do you want from me, Amber? You’ve already put me in this predicament. I’m sure

you’re behind this, so what else do you want now that you’ve put your own father in jail?” he began,

his tone tinged with a hint of resignation.

Amber’s expression softened, a glimmer of compassion shining in her eyes. “I want the truth, Father.

The whole truth. Stop treating me like an idiot and just tell the fucking truth,” she implored, her

voice gentle yet firm. “Listen, Dad, Kayden may have pulled the strings at your work, but you were

complicit in his schemes, which means you’ll also get in serious trouble if you don’t tell me the

truth. Talk to me, and I will help you find a way out of it. I believe you owe me that much, Dad.”

Martin’s eyes fluttered shut in frustration; exhaustion was etched into the lines of his face as he grappled with the weight of his past. With a weary sigh, he met his daughter’s gaze, steeling himself to delve into the painful memories that lay buried deep in his heart. “If you truly want to know the

truth, Amber, then I will start from the beginning,” he began, his voice laden with a mix of sorrow

and bitterness.

As he continued, Martin recounted the harrowing events that had forever altered the course of their lives. The night of her mother’s tragic accident, an act of recklessness perpetrated by a drunk teenage boy who had carelessly run a red light, robbing Martin of his beloved wife in an instant.

His voice shook with emotion as he described the shock and devastation that had consumed him in th

aftermath of that fateful night, his world shattered by the senseless loss of his wife and daughter’s

mother.

“The pain of losing your mother, Amber, was unbearable. And to know that the one responsible, Kayden Black, would escape without facing true justice… it was a torment that gnawed at my soul,” Martin confessed, his tone heavy with grief and regret.

He recalled the futile battles he had waged, the tears shed, and the pleas ignored as he sought to hold Kayden accountable for his heinous actions.

Martin’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he recounted the injustice that had plagued their lives and the leniency shown to Kayden in the face of his unforgivable crime. “He was given a slap on the wrist, a

mere warning, banned from driving for a few years, and community service that he never

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followed through with. It was a mockery of justice, Amber,” he lamented, his voice thick with emotion. “I fought for your mother, for us, but I was met with indifference and nothing but a callous

disregard.”

Amber listened intently, her heart heavy with her father’s pain and the injustice of her mother’s death. Tears glistened in her eyes as she felt the raw emotion emanating from Martin.

“Then how could you, Father? How could you continue to work for the Black family, knowing the truth behind my mother’s death?” Amber’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and grief, her eyes blazing with unshed tears. “You spent nearly twenty years serving those who caused us such irreparable harm so how can I believe in your remorse when you were so complicit in their crimes?”

Martin’s lips curled into a dark chuckle at Amber’s accusation, adding a bitter edge to his amusement as he processed her words. “Complicit, you say?” he mused, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. “You have no idea, Amber, the depths of the darkness I willingly walked into just because I wanted to get

justice.”

As the memories flooded back, Martin recounted the aftermath of his wife’s tragic death. He explained how weeks of agonizing depression had clouded him until a visit from Anthony Black changed his life. Anthony had offered Martin a way out, an audacious offer of compensation, and the promise to fill the void left by his wife’s absence with material wealth and security.

“Anthony Black, that demented bastard, offered me a deal that was apparently to secure our future,

Amber. Millions of dollars and a stable job,” Martin recounted, his voice heavy with frustration. “I

was weak, I was broken, and I saw no other path forward than to accept his tainted offer.”

Amber’s eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and fury swirling in her as she struggled to

comprehend the twisted machinations of the Black family. “How could you, Father? How could you b down to their whims and their dirty money?” she demanded, her voice laced with betrayal and anger.

Martin’s gaze hardened as he met his daughter’s accusatory stare, a storm of conflicting emotions

raging in him. “I had no choice, Amber. No leverage, no power to wage war against the Black family

and their insidious influence,” he explained, his voice tinged with regret. “I was a pawn in their

game, and because I knew I was nothing to them, I just wanted to turn the tables on them through any

means necessary.”

Tears glistened in Martin’s eyes as he bore his soul to his daughter. “I made a pact with the devil, Amber, in the hopes of reclaiming the justice that Elena deserved,” he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion, “I knew that by aligning myself with them, I could find a way into their world and perhaps, just perhaps, find a way to bring them to their knees.”

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Amber shook her head in disbelief, a tumult of conflicting emotions surging through her as she

struggled to reconcile the man before her with the father she had once known. “So, you’ve been

working for them all these years, biding your time for revenge?” she asked, her voice tinged with a

mix of disbelief and indignation. “And yet, you personally asked me to marry Kayden, the very man who

tore our family apart? Explain that to me, Father.”

Martin’s shoulders slumped as he took in Amber’s gaze. With a heavy sigh, he gathered his thoughts

before speaking, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and resignation. “Amber, there came a point where I lost my way, where the lines between right and wrong blurred in my desperation,” he began, his words fraught with emotion. “I made choices that I thought would help me, but instead, they only made things worse, and your marriage was one of them.”

Martin recounted the constant surveillance and the mistrust that the Black family harbored towards him despite his feigned loyalty. “They never truly trusted me, Amber. I was a puppet dancing on their strings as they pulled the final threads of my dignity,” he explained, his voice thick with bitterness. “I was kept

in the dark, manipulated through their watchful eyes, and my every move monitored to ensure I stayed in line.”

“When Kayden revealed his intentions, I was left reeling, and I knew that it was merely another ploy to keep us under their control,” he admitted. “I also knew the consequences of saying no, so I had to agree to it, even though it broke me.”

Amber’s brows furrowed in frustration, and her voice tinged with disappointment as she confronted her father’s excuses. “Why didn’t you tell me, Father? Why did you keep me in the dark, allowing me to walk blindly into that wretched family?” she demanded.

Martin’s eyes met hers, a glimmer of sorrow shining in their depths as he spoke. “I had to protect you, Amber, I know you’re emotional, and you would have confronted him,” he explained, his voice tinged with regret. “Kayden is not a normal person, Amber. I’ve worked with him, observed him, and looked into him for years, and that man is a hundred times more demented than his father, and I couldn’t risk igniting his rage and exposing you to danger.”

Amber’s gaze bore into Martin’s, anger and pain swirling in her eyes as she broached the subject that had long haunted her. “Father, if you loved Mother so deeply and wanted justice for her, why did yo marry Mary just two years after her death? How did you manage to forget her so quickly?” she questioned, and Martin could only sigh as he had expected it.