Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

OLMA’S POV

I slipped into my soft cotton robe, tying the belt loosely around my waist as i stared at the neatly folded clothes on the bed. Tomorrow morning, we’d he leaving for Mexico. My mom had told my dad everything about Adrian, about the pregnancy scare, about the lies and for the first time in a while, F actually felt a strange sense of peace. A new chapter was beginning.

But one thing still tugged at my mind. Julian.

When we first talked about this, he had insisted I go alone. Said it would be good for me to get away, to clear my head, and find myself without anyone’s influence. But now, out of nowhere, he had changed his mind and decided to come along. He hadn’t said much about it, and I hadn’t pressed. Still, the question lingered in my mind like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

I pulled the dovet back and was just about to slide in when a strange dryness crept into my throat. Not just dry–it felt parched. I wasn’t in the mood for water, I needed something sweeter, Juice, maybe.

Padding quietly down the stairs, I made my way to the kitchen. The house was quiet and still, save for the low hum of the fridge and the soft tapping of the wall clock. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of apple juice, and poured myself a glass. As the cold liquid slid down my throat, I sighed. It was refreshing and calming.

Then–thud!

A sudden loud noise came from outside. It sounded like someone had fallen. I froze mid–sip, lowering the glass slowly. It might have just been one of the guards–maybe someone tripped on the pavement. But then the dogs started barking, loud and aggressive, unlike anything I’d heard from them before. Julian told me that the dogs only barked like that when they sensed danger–when they saw a stranger.

I walked cautiously to the window and pulled the curtain aside slightly. The compound lights were on, but the darkness still held its secrets. I couldn’t see anyone, but something felt off. The air felt heavier and tense.

Footsteps came down the stairs behind me.

“What’s going on with those dogs?” Julian asked, rubbing his eyes.

“They just started barking out of nowhere. I thought maybe one of the security guards would’ve handled it already,” I said, still peering out into the

shadows.

BANG!

A loud gunshot cracked through the night.

I gasped, my fingers losing grip on the glass. It slipped and shattered against the tile floor, the pieces spreading across my bare feet.

“Let’s go…now!” Julian’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and commanding. He didn’t sound panicked. He sounded… prepared. Like this was just a

drill for him

I stood there, frozen. My entire body shook, fear locking me in place as more gunshots followed. My legs wouldn’t move. My breath came out in sharp, shallow gasps. Julian noticed and didn’t waste time—he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.

We ran through the house, the sound of chaos growing louder behind us. We reached the door that led to the basement when Julian suddenly stopped.

“Wait here,” he said.

“What? Where are you going?” I asked in a panic.

“To get Mom,” he said, before darting back up the stairs like he had done this a hundred times before.

I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. The shots outside weren’t stopping. I tried to calm my breathing

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Chapter 133

My eyes darted across the room. Then I saw it–my mom’s tablet on the dining table. I rushed toward it, my bare feet skimming the reld floor is had a SIM card, that it could make a call.

Tunlocked it and immediately pulled up the dial pad.

With trembling fingers, I dialed 911 and pressed the call button, all while keeping one eye o come bursting through the door

on the front door, praying that whoever was out there wouldn’t

It rang once. Then-

DISPATCHER: “911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello, I think there are men outside my compound. They’re armed. And they’re shooting. Please, you have to send someone!” I whispered frantically, trying to stay calm but failing.

DISPATCHER: “Okay ma’am, stay calm. What is your address?”

“It’s 1840 Westridge Lane, just off Maple Drive. Please hurry,” I said, my voice trembling as I peeked toward the front door. My heart was thudding so loud I could barely hear the dispatcher.

DISPATCHER: “Thank you. Officers are on their way, but they might take a little time. Can you find somewhere to hide?”

“I’m about to go down to my basement,” I replied shakily, gripping the tablet tighter with trembling hands.

DISPATCHER: “Understood. I want you to stay as quiet as possible and do not leave your basement. Were you able to see the people who were shooting?”

I was about to answer when a loud noise from upstairs interrupted me. Julian came rushing down the stairs, his face pale but determined, dragging Mom by the wrist. He spotted me with the tablet and didn’t even hesitate–he grabbed my arm, causing me to drop the device. The call disconnected, the screen cracking on impact, but I’d given them the address. That had to be enough. Help would come… eventually.

“We need to hide…now,” Julian said sharply.

We hurried toward the basement entrance. The moment we crossed the threshold, a thunderous bang echoed through the house. It had to be the front door. Someone just broke in.

“They’re in,” Julian muttered under his breath as he led us down the narrow basement stairs. Each step creaked under our weight, and every noise felt deafening in the silence.

Once in the basement, Julian quickly guided us to a smaller, heavy metal door tucked behind a shelf of boxes. He opened it, and an icy draft swept over me. It was a cold storage room, probably used for storing meat and perishables. Inside, the walls were lined with shelves stacked with packages of chicken, turkey, beef–everything. It smelled like frozen air and raw meat.

“We’ll hide here for now,” he said, holding the door open for us.

I didn’t argue. None of us did. We stepped inside, and Julian shut the door behind us, turning the latch until it locked with a firm click. The cold bit into my skin immediately. I rubbed my arms, trying to keep warm. Mom looked like she was shivering already.

Julian didn’t hesitate. He peeled off his pajama top and draped it around Mom’s shoulders. Leaving him completely exposed to the cold, She tried to protest, but he waved her off. “You need it more than I do,” he said.

We could hear faint sounds echoing from above–the creak of floorboards, the soft shuffle of feet. They were searching. And they were getting closer.

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