Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

OLIVAS POV

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Panic surged through my veins like wildfire. The only thing louder than my beating heart was the relentless beeping coming from the kitchen—the unmistakable ticking of a bomb.

We needed to move. Now.

I thrashed against the cuffs holding me to the chair, ignoring the sharp sting biting into my wrists. The darn things were too tight, too solid. Each movement only dug them in deeper. I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow gasps.

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I had just discovered who my real family was. I had just started to feel something close to belonging. And now? These people were trying to erase me from the world. Me and my unborn baby.

No. I wouldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let that happen.

Across the room, Julian was furiously wriggling in his own chair, trying to slip free of the restraints. I turned my head toward him, desperation coloring my voice.

“What do we do?” I asked, panic lacing every word.

Julian didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched, muscles flexing as he fought the cuffs.

“We need to get the hell out of here,” he finally said.

“I… can’t die here…” Mom’s voice cracked behind me. Her fear was raw, open, like a wound.

The loud clatter of wooden chair legs scraping the floor filled the space as we each squirmed and struggled. Julian’s chair wobbled and tilted as he moved closer to me.

“Try to get behind me,” he instructed. “Maybe you can reach my cuffs.”

I took a shaky breath and jerked my body sideways. Inch by inch, I scooted my chair, dragging my heels across the floor. Every second felt like an hour. The beeping from the kitchen continued, faster now. Or maybe that was just in my head.

Finally, our backs touched. I fumbled with my fingers, trying to find the metal binding his wrists, but my range was too limited. The chair back was blocking me.

“I can’t reach it,” I said, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of my eyes. “It’s no use.”

“Fuck…” Julian hissed, voice low and tight with frustration. “I didn’t want to do this, but…”

There was a sudden, sickening crack.

I froze.

Julian let out a soft grunt, and then… the clink of something metal hitting the ground.

I whipped my head around just in time to see him rising to his feet, his hands–free.

“What…how?” I stammered, stunned.

Then I saw it. His right thumb… was hanging at a strange angle.

“You dislocated your thumb?” I gasped,

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o, he said through gritted teeth wiping sweat from his for hard. “Now we’ve got felt than a minute, maybe less fre

ick your cuffs. A pin, a wire

There! I said quickly, nodding toward the small table in the corner. “My hairpin I left it there earlier?

Jullan dashed across the room, snatching the pin in a blur. He ran back and dropped to his knees behind Mom first. His fingers moved with some precision, the result of all the times he had practiced lock picking “just in case.”

“I taught you this, remember?” he muttered to himself as he worked.

I could only pray that all the training and cleverness would be enough now because the timer was still ticking. And we were running out of time.

Click.

“Go! Leave now!” Julian barked, urgency crackling in his voice like statica

“But what about you two?” Mom’s voice was trembling, full of fear and hesitation, her eyes darting between us and the burning pressure of the kitchen where the bomb’s beeping hadn’t stopped.

“We’re right behind you, Mom. Just go!” I urged her, trying to keep my voice steady, though my own pulse was pounding so hard it nearly drowned out the ticking in the kitchen.

Without another word, Julian immediately shifted behind me, crouching to start picking the lock on my cuffs. My breathing grew shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I kept throwing anxious glances toward the kitchen. The beeping was still there—closer, louder, more menacing.

My throat feit dry as sandpaper. My skin was crawling with the awareness that the bomb could go off any second. There would be no warning, no countdown. I could die without even realizing it was happening.

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