Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

ADRIAN’S POV

Surely, I’m not the only person who thinks Saturdays are boring. The world outside might be buzzing with weekend energy -people going out, kids playing in yards, couples brunching–but for me, Saturdays are just another reminder that there’s always more to be done.

I placed the glass of whiskey down beside my laptop with a light clink and leaned forward again, my fingers dancing over the keyboard, eyes fixed on the screen. Even though today was technically a weekend, and I was the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the country, that didn’t mean I had the luxury to sit around and relax.

Progress doesn’t wait. Power doesn’t rest.

My phone vibrated against the glass table, drawing my attention. The name flashing on the screen pulled a small smirk to my face. Paul–my trusted supervisor from the financial team. Right on time. I picked it up immediately, already switching to speaker as I continued typing.

“A happy weekend to you, sir,” Paul said, his tone brisk and professional. “I’m almost at your gate.”

“Alright,” I replied, eyes still on the screen, scanning rows of figures. “I already told security to let you in. Just come straight to my study when you get here.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, before the call ended with a soft beep.

I know most people would think I’m insane for calling a staff member over on a Saturday, but patience was never my virtue. Especially not now. Especially not with what I was planning. Monday was already packed, and I didn’t want this to drag into the new week.

Everything needed to start falling into place–starting now.

I’d waited long enough. I gave the old man time to recover. I let them believe they were safe, untouched, forgotten. But now that he was out of the hospital and back on his feet, the game resumed. And this time, I wouldn’t be holding back.

This meeting with Paul? Just the first piece of a much larger puzzle I’d spent months quietly assembling. I had my pieces in position. It was time to make a move.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

I reached for the bottle and poured another glass of whiskey, the golden liquid catching the dim light of the study, before answering. “Coming,” I said.

The door opened slowly, and Dora stepped inside. She was wearing one of those soft, silk robes she liked lounging around in, her face unreadable but her posture clearly anxious. She lingered by the door, hesitant.

“Do you have some spare time?” she asked cautiously. “I’d like to talk to you about something….. personal.”

I blinked, surprised by her tone. It wasn’t like Dora to act nervous.

“Sure,” I said, gesturing to the seat across from my desk. “But make it quick. I’m expecting someone shortly.”

I paused my typing, giving her my full attention now. She wasn’t moving to sit. Instead, she stood still, wringing her hands slightly, like whatever she had to say was weighing heavily on her.

“You know…” she began, her voice low. “We haven’t been us… for the past few months.”

I leaned back slowly in my chair, my eyes narrowing slightly as I looked at her. My mind started piecing together what she was hinting at, but I wasn’t going to finish that thought for her.

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Chapter 120

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice calm but guarded.

“Back when everything was still fine between us.”

“Everything is fine between us, Dora,” I interrupted her quickly, almost too quickly.

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing, her frustration barely held back.

“No. This isn’t about being busy,” she said sharply, her tone rising just a bit. “Your hands were equally full back then, but you still made time for me. You found ways to make me feel like I was part of your world. That hasn’t been the case for a long time.”

And she wasn’t wrong. I knew it. Deep down, I had felt it too, but I ignored it. The past few months have changed a lot between us. The truth was that I didn’t see her the same way I once did. Somewhere along the line, we stopped talking about important things.

This is why communication matters in any relationship–without it, even the strongest bonds fade. I had been so obsessed with my long–standing goal, so consumed by my plans, that I hadn’t noticed the gap widening between us until it had become a canyon.

“I’m sorry if I’ve led you on or made you feel like things

“Yes, I did feel something for you. But it’s not there anymore, Dora. It’s like… it just faded. I didn’t even realize it was happening until it already had.”

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