Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Chapter 123

OLIVIA’S POV

I slowly tiptoed my way out of my mom’s room, careful not to make a sound. She had been gripping my hand tightly for almost thirty minutes since she drifted off to sleep, and every time I to slip away, something would give me away -either the rustling of the sheets, the creak of the floorboards, or

even my own clumsy movements..

This time, I decided to be patient, to wait longer. I allowed her breathing to deepen and slow until I was sure she had sunk into a deep sleep. Only then did I dare to try again. I gently lifted her hand off mine and slid off the bed with the grace of a trained escape artist. Every move was calculated, every

breath held.

I reached for the doorknob, turning it as slowly as humanly possible, praying it wouldn’t creak like it always did. I winced as it made a soft sound, but it wasn’t loud enough to stir her. I let out a silent breath of relief and opened the door wide enough to squeeze through.

Just as I was about to step into the hallway, I turned–and froze.

Julian.

He was standing there, eyes filled with confusion, watching me like I’d just robbed the place. His brow furrowed slightly as he took in the scene.

“Why were you sneaking…”

“Shhhh!” I cut him off quickly, pressing a finger to my lips as I panicked, glancing back toward the cracked door of our mom’s room.

He blinked and caught on immediately. I grabbed his arm gently and pulled him with me down the stairs. No way was I going to risk her waking up now-

not after all that effort.

Once we reached the bottom, I whispered, “A

e you trying to wake her?”

“She doesn’t want you to leave?” he said, his voice lower this time

“No,” I said, sighing, “and you know I need to go back home.”

Julian nodded, a more understanding look taking over his face. “Well then, you better head back before she realizes you’re gone again.”

“I don’t want to leave her, not really,” I admitted, crossing my arms./But I can’t just stay here, not with everything going on. At least not until we get this whole thing resolved.”

“Speaking of that,” I said, leaning in slightly, “how did it go?”

Julian hesitated for a moment before responding. “About Emma? Well… she’s downstairs. In the basement.”

A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a long, deep breath. Since they left, the uncertainty had eaten away at me. I’d kept picturing all the ways this could go wrong–what if they couldn’t find her, or she managed to escape? But now that they had her, it felt like everything was finally coming together.

“This is great,” I said, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. “I always had faith in you. That’s why I’ve been slowly packing my things–I knew you’d see this through. Now that we have the last piece of the puzzle, I can go and fully pack all my belongings.”

Julian didn’t look as convinced. He shifted his weight and gave me a look that made my stomach drop.

“I’m not trying to be a naysayer,” he said, “but something tells me we might have issues getting her to confess. Emma doesn’t seem like the type to break easily.”

I narrowed my eyes but kept my tone calm.“Doesn’t matter. She’s human. Everyone breaks eventually. It might take time, but now that we have her, we’re in control. We’ll make her talk. One way or another.”

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Julian stared at me for a moment, then gave a small nod, though I could see the concern still lingering in his eyes.

“No, I’ll just…” I began to reply, but he cut me off before I could finish.

“Alright,” I mumbled, giving in. I grabbed my purse and began walking toward the front door, Julian trailing behind me like a silent shadow. His presence felt heavier tonight, maybe because things were finally moving forward–or maybe because both of us were thinking the same thing: there’s no turning

On the drive home, I instructed the driver to park across the street from Adrian Estates. The last thing I wanted was to show up in a good–looking black car and have that caught on his CCTV footage. I didn’t need anyone asking questions, least of all Adrian, who always noticed everything.

I stepped out quietly and walked toward the gate, keeping my head low. The street was quiet, and the only sound was the crunch of gravel beneath my shoes. The moment I entered the house, irritation flooded me.

There it was–Isadora’s voice echoing from the kitchen, sharp and commanding. She was barking orders at the maids like she ran the place. It made my blood boil. Who did she think she was? Just because Adrian tolerated her didn’t mean she had any right to act like she owned the house.

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