Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Chapter Eighty Five (Family Reunion)

Third–Person POV.

Amber stood beside Richard in the elegantly furnished living room of Bianca’s lavish home, her gaze flickering between the familiar face of his sister and the man standing by her side, whom she assumed was Bianca’s husband. Bianca beamed at them, her eyes lighting up with affection as she gestured Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

towards the man beside her.

“Amber, this is my husband, Stefano Marino,” Bianca introduced with a smile, her hand resting on Stefano’s arm. Stefano returned the smile, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he

extended a hand towards Amber.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Amber,” Stefano greeted her warmly. Amber’s lips curled into a soft smile as she shook his hand, a sense of warmth washing over her in response to his genuine welcome.

“Likewise, Stefano. It’s a pleasure to be here,” Amber replied graciously.

Before long, Amber’s attention was diverted by a sudden burst of energy that filled the room as a young boy raced towards them, his eyes alight with excitement. Richard’s arms opened wide in anticipation, a smile brightening his face as the boy launched himself into his uncle’s embrace, giggles filling the air.

Bianca chuckled at the heartwarming scene before tuming to Amber with a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Amber, meet Pietro,” she announced, her voice tinged with amusement. Amber’s eves widenedi surprise as the name registered in her mind, a flicker of recognition sparking in her.

“Pietro?” Amber echoed, her gaze shifting between the young boy and Richard, her confusion evident The realization dawned on her, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she turned to Bianca. “Wait, you named your son after Richard?”

Bianca’s laughter rang out at Amber’s reaction as she nodded in affirmation. “You caught me,” she admitted with a playful wink. “I couldn’t resist naming my little boy after my dear brother. I mean, Junior and Stefano aside, Richard is my favorite person in the world, so Pietro just seemed like the perfect choice,” she responded.

Amber was a little surprised by how much Bianca loved her brother and openly expressed it, unlike Richard, who didn’t even mention her existence until she showed up.

Richard, who still held Pietro in his arms, chuckled at Bianca’s admission, a look of mock

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exasperation crossing his face as he shook his head. “I’ve always known you were a fan, but you take

being a fan to a whole new level.”

Bianca rolled her eyes at him, while Stefano chuckled before turning to Richard.

“It’s good to see you again, Richard,” Stefano chimed in, and both he and Richard exchanged a

handshake.

As Bianca led Richard, Amber, and Pietro to the dining area of their grand home, the aroma of al delicious meal wafted through the air, setting the stage for a cozy family dinner. Amber settled into a seat while Richard sat beside her before gently shifting Pietro onto his lap, while the young boy

clung to his uncle with a look of adoration.

A smile played on Bianca’s lips as she watched the scene in front of her before coaxing Pietro into taking a seat beside Richard. “Come on, Pietro. Let Uncle Richard have his seat. You can sit next to

him,” she encouraged.

Pietro pouted playfully but relented, scooting over to the vacant chair next to Richard with a

mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Richard chuckled at Pietro’s antics, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately as he settled into his seat. “I missed you too, buddy,” he murmured. Pietro beamed up at him, his eyes shining with adoration as he nestled closer to his uncle’s side.

As they prepared to start the meal, Richard’s gaze drifted to the extra plate set in front of an empty seat at the table. “Bianca, are you expecting someone else?”

Bianca’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mystery as she nodded in response to Richard’s question. “Yes, one more guest is joining us for dinner. Which means we can’t start just yet,” she explained, her tone laced with a touch of anticipation. Richard’s curiosity deepened at her words, as he immediately

wondered who else she could have invited.

Assuming it was another member of their family. Richard took a guess, his gaze alighting on Bianca.

“Is it Nonna who’s coming to join us tonight?”

Bianca’s lips curled into a knowing smile at Richard’s guess, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not Nonna. I did try to get her to come, but she says she doesn’t want her blood pressure to increase.

But she sends her love. Our guest tonight, however, is someone else. Someone special,” she teased, a hint of secrecy underlying her words.

Richard eyed Bianca warily, a hint of skepticism flickering in his gaze as he pondered the identity

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Richard eyed Bianca warily, a hint of skepticism flickering in his gaze as he pondered the identity of the mysterious guest his sister was deliberately keeping a secret. He couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in him–a nagging doubt that Bianca’s surprise might not be as pleasant

as she made it out to be.

“Bianca, who exactly did you invite?” His wariness stemmed from past experiences of unwelcome surprises–family members he’d rather avoid, whose presence had a habit of stirring up old tensions

and unresolved conflicts.

Before Bianca could offer a response, the entrance of a servant interrupted their conversation. The

servant bowed respectfully before addressing Bianca.

“Madam, the next guest has arrived,” the servant announced. Bianca’s eyes glinted with excitement, knowing smile lighting up her features as she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Please show her to the dining area,” Bianca instructed. The servant bowed once more before retreating leaving Richard to regard his sister with a sense of unease that settled uneasily in the pit of his

stomach.

As moments stretched into seconds, a figure appeared in the doorway of the dining area, drawing all eyes towards her with a sense of quiet awe. Richard’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld the unexpected sight before him–a short, sturdy woman with black hair and piercing green eyes that matched his very much.

It was none other than the familiar face of Elena Romero, Richard’s elder sister, whose presence he

knew could only spell trouble.

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