Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

I sat across from my father, my expression serious and determined. The visitation room was suffused with an air of

awkwardness, amplified by the visible surprise on my father’s face. He leaned forward, his voice filled with obvious desperation as he spoke.

“Amber, dear, why are you here? Have you finally come to help me get out of here? Is your anger a lot less now?” My father’s eyes searched mine, clinging to a glimmer of

expectation.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before responding. “Dad, I do want to help you get out, and I’m going to keep Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

my word and get you out, but that’s not the reason I’m here today.” I paused, gathering my thoughts, before continuing. “There’s something I heard recently, and I need you to tell me the truth, Dad. Do you know anything about the baby Mom had before she married you? Can you tell me anything about

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Confusion danced across my father’s face, his brows furrowing deeply. “What? Amber, what are you talking about? I have no idea what you’re referring to,” he responded, and knowing how big of a liar my father was, I couldn’t take his word for it.

I felt a surge of impatience rising in me, and I couldn’t afford to waste any time with evasive answers. “Dad, please don’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth, and let’s get this

over with. What do you know about the baby mom had before she had me?” I asked.

Martin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes avoiding

my gaze momentarily before returning it. “Before I say anything, I need to know how and where you heard such a thing. It’s important for me to know who told you about Elena’s baby, Amber,” he demanded.

I took a deep breath, thinking carefully about my response. I couldn’t divulge everything I had heard from Mary, not yet. I needed to compare their stories and determine if that witch had lied to me. “Well, Dad, it was Mary who mentioned

to me that I have an older sister somewhere out there.

That’s all she said to me, and I need to know if it’s true

My father’s expression darkened. He seemed upset, a flicker of pain and anger crossing his eyes. “Amber, I need to understand exactly what Mary told you. Don’t keep anything from me.”

I hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding it would be best to withhold certain information for now. “Dad, she only told me about the possibility of having a sister. Nothing more. This is why I’m here right now, and I want to believe that you’ll tell me the truth.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited my father’s response, and his sigh didn’t bode well for my hopes of Mary having lied to me. But I braced myself for the truth,

whatever it may be.

“I don’t know exactly what Mary told you or whether or not she gave you the full story,” my father began. “But she didn’t lie about your mother having a child before meeting

me. Elena did, in fact, have a child before she had you.”

My heart dropped to my stomach, confirming that Mary had not been messing with me. Despite the shock, I maintained my composure, and my curiosity drove me to confirm if the

“Dad, please explain everything to me,” I urged. “Also, tell me where this supposed sister of mine is. I’d like to know.”

Martin let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on me. “Amber, there’s no need for you to go in search of your sibling. She’s… she’s dead,” he announced.

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My eyes widened, struggling to comprehend what I had just heard. I couldn’t understand how and why he was telling me that my sibling was dead when Mary had mentioned to me that my sibling was very much alive in the form of Angela Montez. It meant one of them was lying, and I didn’t know which one

of them was since both my father and his wife were chronic

liars.

“How can you be so sure?” I managed to ask. “How do you know

she’s dead?”

Martin’s eyes bore into mine, pain etched across his face. “A few years after your mother’s death, I discovered that she had a child before we were married. I felt betrayed and furious, but I couldn’t take it out on her since she wasn’t alive. So instead, I searched for the child by heading to

“Thankfully, I found her. Her name was Diana, and she was a really smart kid. When we met, she was seventeen, about to turn eighteen, and the orphanage’s policy was that once she reached that age, she would have to leave and find her own way in the world. Since I couldn’t bear the thought of Elena’s daughter-your sister-facing a more difficult life than the one she already experienced, I decided to adopt her,” Martin explained, choking with emotion. “Unfortunately, she died before the adoption process even went halfway.”

The conflicting stories swirled in my head, intensifying my confusion. Mary had told me that my sister was Angela, yet my father was telling me that her name was Diana.

Suppressing my mounting confusion, I focused on the next piece of the puzzle. I needed to know how Diana had died. I hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, “Dad, can you please tell me how Diana passed away?”

Martin let out a heavy sigh, his gaze growing distant as if he were transported back to that moment. “I received a call one evening, informing me that Diana had gone missing,” he began. “When she was eventually found, the police concluded that she had jumped off an incomplete building in what they

My eyes widened in shock, my hand flying to my mouth. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to comprehend my father’s words. Diana, my supposed sister, had taken her own life. Even though I didn’t know her and wasn’t sure if she was real, I still felt a sense of loss and grief wash over

me.

“Are… are you being serious?” I stammered. I needed reassurance that this wasn’t some twisted, cruel joke.

Martin’s eyes met mine, filled with a genuine sadness that mirrored my own. “Amber, I have no reason to lie to you about this,” he responded softly. “I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want you to carry the burden of Diana’s

death or be haunted by the fact that you never got to meet

her. And I didn’t want to confuse you further.”

Unable to hold back my emotions any longer, tears welled up in my eyes. The grief I felt for the sister I never knew overwhelmed me, her tragic end pressing heavily on my heart. It was a pain I never anticipated, a sorrow that suddenly made me feel depressed.

A thought surfaced amidst my turmoil-a curiosity that

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compelled me to speak. “Did you ever tell Mary that you wanted to adopt Diana?” I asked.

My father nodded, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “Of course I did. It was a decision I couldn’t make without discussing it with my wife.”

A skeptical look crossed my face as I pressed further, hungering for answers. “What did Mary say when you told her?” I inquired.

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His features softened, and his expression was a hint of surprise. “To my pleasant surprise, Mary immediately agreed. She said that since Diana was Elena’s daughter, she didn’t mind having her join our family,” he answered, and I couldn’t believe how gullible he was.

The frustration bubbling in me exploded into a deep sigh, and my mind raced, connecting the possible dots and unleashing a grim possibility. If my father’s story was true, if Diana had indeed been my mother’s daughter, then Mary could have been the one who killed her.

I knew now that Mary was no different from Marlene, whom she

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raised in her own image, but unfortunately, there was nothing I could use to put her away. She wasn’t directly tied to any crime that I knew of, and even for the ones that she was tied to, Marlene was the one mainly responsible, and there was no evidence that would tie Mary to Marlene’s

crimes.

But if my suspicion was correct and Mary, by one out of ten chances, was responsible for killing Diana, whom I’m sure she must have hated just as much as she hated me, then that would mean that I had something I could tie her to. All I needed to do was find a way to confirm my thoughts, and once I did, I could get Mary to confess and put her away for good.

If only it’d be that easy.