Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

OLIVIA’S POV

My hands instinctively went down to my lap, trembling as I feared the worst. My heart was racing. Was this it? Had I lost the baby? Was I bleeding because of another tragedy?

Then suddenly, a sharp pain shot up from just below my knee.

“Ouch,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

The sting brought me out of my spiraling thoughts. I winced and looked down, trying to see through the haze and shadows cast by the surrounding destruction. Everything was dark now. The blast had knocked out nearly every streetlamp in the area, plunging us into an eerie, smoky night.

I blinked rapidly, my eyes adjusting to the lack of light. There was blood. A decent amount. My heart nearly stopped again.

Was it coming from me? Or…?

Frantically, I tried to trace the source. After a few seconds of fumbling and squinting, I finally found it–just a small but deep cut on my lap. A shard of glass, maybe from a car window, must’ve flown toward me when the shockwave shattered everything in its path. It wasn’t gushing blood anymore, just trickling. It was painful, yes, but it wasn’t dangerous.

“Oh my God…” I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Lord…”

My hand instinctively went to my stomach, and I cradled it protectively. I didn’t feel anything wrong. No cramping. No bleeding there. I let out a shaky

breath. Relief flooded me, but it was short–lived.

Smoke enveloped the entire area like a suffocating blanket. It was thick and acrid, and my throat burned as I inhaled. I glanced to my right and saw Julian slowly sitting up. He looked disoriented, his hand pressed to the side of his head where a small gash was already starting to bleed. He’d taken the

worst of the blast. But he was alive. He was moving. That was all that mattered.

Then I looked for her–my mom.

She had been the first one out. She should’ve been up by now. She took the lightest hit. But when I turned to where she had fallen… she was still lying

there.

“Mom?” I called out, my voice hoarse with fear.

No answer.

Panic surged through me. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I crawled over to her, my breath coming fast. I placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently.

“Mom, are you ok…”

Still nothing.

“Julian!” I cried, louder now. “She’s not responding–she’s not saying anything, she’s not moving either!”

Julian’s eyes widened and he scrambled over as quickly as his injuries would let him. Without a word, he knelt beside her and pressed his ear to her chest, listening. His face was serious, unreadable. bit my fingernails nervously, unable to breathe, as I waited for him to say something–anything.

After what felt like forever, Julian finally sat up straight and let out a sigh.

“She’s still alive,” he said. “She’s probably just unconscious.”

Relief hit me like a wave, but it didn’t calm the storm inside. She was alive–but she was still vulnerable. What if she had internal injuries? What if she never woke up?

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Chapter 137

Then, I started hearing it. Click. Click, Click.

I turned around, eyes scanning the chaos.

People were gathered behind the perimeter of smoke, holding up their phones. Taking pictures. Filming Recording, Some even smiled, as if they were watching a show.

“Didn’t you just hear me?” I yelled, my voice cracking with frustration. “There’s no time! We need to get her to the hospital–now!”

A police vehicle pulled up, lights flashing. An officer stepped out, looking around at the scorched wreckage, the bystanders, and the shattered windows of nearby cars. His eyes finally landed on me.

I stared at him, speechless. My lips parted, but no words came out. What could I say? That someone tried to kill me because I broke a contract? That I was pregnant with a billionaire’s child and now he was trying to erase me from existence?

I clenched my jaw and swallowed the angry retort forming in my throat. I couldn’t afford to lose control. I turned away, too upset to speak.

At the hospital, she was stabilized. The doctors said it wasn’t anything life–threatening–just a few cuts and bruises, and some minor shock. They gave her a painkiller and recommended rest for a couple of hours. But seeing her lying there, pale and still, felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

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