Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 114

CHAPTER 0114

JULIAN’S POV

“So what do you want to know?” the reporter asked, leaning back in her seat with an air of tired resignation. Her voice was low, calm, but I could tell she was nervous. The tension in her shoulders gave her away.

Olivia shot me a glance from across the room. That look said it all–it was time for me to take the lead now. I gave her a small nod in return before rising to my feet and stepping forward, closing the space between me and the reporter. I needed to handle this carefully

“We don’t want much,” I said clearly, my voice firm but not aggressive. “We just need you to do what your partner here already did–and that’s confess. Admit that you were hired by Adrian Westwood to frame Olivia.”

She tilted her head, her eyes flickering toward Olivia for a second. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Just as long as you keep your side of the deal. I’m not dying for that man.” Without wasting a moment, I excused myself and left the room, heading straight to the surveillance office down the hall. I needed to make sure we captured every second of this. I leaned over the operator’s shoulder, confirming the red REC icon was flashing on the monitor linked to the room’s camera feed.

“Record everything,” I instructed. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

With a final nod, I turned and walked back to the room. When I stepped in, I gave the reporter a subtle nod, signaling that everything was ready. She saw it, took a deep breath, and then slowly closed her eyes. For a moment, I thought she might back out. But then she opened her mouth and started talking.

“About a month ago, Adrian Westwood came to me,” she began, her voice steady but laced with regret. “He said he had a deal that would change my life forever. At first, I didn’t take him seriously, but I was curious, so I listened.”

Olivia crossed her arms beside me, listening intently as the confession began to unfold.

“He told me that I, along with two others, was going to help him frame someone. When he first said it, I was shocked. I didn’t want to be involved. I wasn’t that desperate… until he named the amount.”

She paused then, her eyes glazing slightly as if recalling the moment she sold a piece of her soul.

“That amount was… insane. It was the largest sum I’d ever seen in my bank account, the kind of money that makes you question your morals. And like a fool, I said yes. I took the deal.”

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The room was silent. Her voice had become softer, almost ashamed, but she kept going.

“Adrian told us everything–where to be, what to say, how to make it all look real. He had it planned down to the second. On the day it happened, we waited behind a parked car. The second we saw you enter the bar, that was our green light. The trap

was set.”

She stopped for a moment, swallowing hard, then looked directly at Olivia.

“I don’t need to explain what happened next. You already know. So the short version is that: Yes, Adrian Westwood paid me to frame you. You didn’t kill anyone. The person you’re being blamed for murdering… is still alive. Walking around, living a normal life, probably spending her own share of the money, because she had the largest cut.”

Hearing those words–it was like someone had just opened a window and let the fresh air in. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding my breath. I closed my eyes and slowly exhaled. We had it. A confession. Not from some low–level source, but one of the people directly involved.

“Happy now?” the reporter asked, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

“That’ll do. For now,” I said quietly, still absorbing the weight of what we had just

achieved.

But Olivia wasn’t finished yet.

“You’re third,” she said, stepping forward. “Emma. Where is she?”

“And what makes you think I might know where she is?” the reporter Sandra asked, arching a brow as she leaned back in her chair. There was a trace of sarcasm in her voice, laced with defiance, as though daring us to press her further.

“Well, like you said earlier,” Olivia replied coolly, her voice calm but sharp, “you were all brought together as a group for this setup. That means you must’ve had some sort of coordination. You should, at the very least, know where Emma went–or who she might be in contact with.”

That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, but I couldn’t say I was surprised either. Emma Jackson was the last piece of this sick puzzle. If we could get her to confess, then Olivia would be fully exonerated. Until then, the weight of this lie still hovered over us. Still, even though Sandra and the driver claimed ignorance, I wasn’t worried. I had a team of professionals who were better at tracking people than most intelligence agencies. Emma would surface, sooner or later.

“No… no, no, no,” Sandra muttered, her smirk quickly disappearing as her expression

• “You can’t do this,” the driver snapped, his voice rising with desperation. “We had a deal! We gave you everything you wanted!”

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