Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 117

CHAPTER 0117

JULIAN’S POV

Well, at least that was what I thought.

Her eyes scanned the place slowly–too slowly–and that’s when my gut twisted. I stiffened, prepared for a sudden move. Was she about to bolt? If she did, she wouldn’t get far. Ron’s guys had already taken position at every exit. Still, something about her body language didn’t sit right with me.

It was when I showed her the picture that I noticed it–the way her gaze flicked not just to the screen, but subtly around the church. To the pews. The people. She wasn’t just stalling; she was checking on something. Or someone. But why?

Emma let out a long sigh, and I could tell it wasn’t one of surrender. No, it was calculated. She slowly raised her right hand and gave the priest at the altar a wave.

That alone was strange enough to make me and Ron share a confused glance.

The priest returned the gesture with a firm nod. That’s when it all went south.

All seven people seated in the pews–the ones I had assumed were just regular churchgoers–stood up in perfect unison. Their movements were crisp, synchronized. Not the kind of reaction you’d expect from innocent bystanders. They weren’t just ‘random worshippers. They were hers.

“What the hell…” Ron muttered beside me, already shifting his weight, preparing for anything.

The group started walking toward us, slow and purposeful, their expressions unreadable. One of the men, broad–chested and probably ex–military from the look of him, stopped just a foot away from Emma and asked, “Is there a problem here, Mrs. Emma?”

Mrs. Emma? That alone told me everything I needed to know. She was no victim. She was in control.

“As a matter of fact,” she said with an annoyingly calm smile, “yes. These two men are disturbing my peace.”

Disturbing her peace? My blood boiled.

She had the nerve to say that after helping frame my sister and ruining her life? She took money to be part of a dirty job, and now she was acting like a saint in the pews.

The guy turned his attention to us and crossed his arms. “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head–on. “This isn’t your concern, buddy. And for the record, this is a public place–you don’t get to ask me to leave.”

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CHAPTER 0117

Just then, a deeper voice cut through the tension. “I think you’ve overstayed your welcome, Mr.”

I turned. It was the priest. The same one who’d just been standing at the altar not even five minutes ago. Now he stood just a few feet from us, eyes cold, jaw set.

“I don’t appreciate you being in my church,” he said sternly. “So you and your friend

need to leave.”

From a quiet church setting to a standoff with seven hostile men and a priest backing her up–it happened fast. Ron’s hand subtly drifted toward his waistband. I didn’t blame him. I was already planning our next move in my head.

“Look,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm, “I just need her to come with me briefly. That’s all. Then she can go back to… whatever this is.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” the priest barked.

“And I said no!” Emma snapped, her voice sharper this time. “You don’t get to come here and make demands like you own the place!”

My jaw clenched. This was supposed to be a simple pickup. Get her. Get the

Still, I tried once more, my voice sharp with frustration. “This doesn’t need to go this far. How much did he pay you?” I looked at Emma now. “What’s it worth to you that you can’t even tell the truth? Just a confession. That’s all it takes.”

“Enough talking, pal,” one of the men snapped, cutting me off.

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