Chapter 139
OLIVIA’S POV
The soft creak of the hospital room door opening stirred me from a restless sleep. My eyes opened, adjusting to the dim lighting. I blinked away the sleep, rubbed my itchy eyes, and slowly sat up. Julian walked in quietly, holding a small paper bag.
I glanced toward the clock on the nightstand–2:03 a.m. Mom was still lying peacefully on the bed beside me, her chest rising and falling steadily. That gave me some comfort.
“Are you okay?” Julian asked, his voice low but full of concern as he noticed me shifting.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing–even to me.
Julian walked over and placed the paper bag on the small hospital table. “I brought some burgers and fries in case you’re hungry.”
I nodded, appreciating the gesture, but the truth was–I wasn’t hungry for food. My stomach was knotted with something far deeper than physical hunger. It was a raw, burning desire that had taken root in me since the moment I realized what had happened.
I was starving for revenge.
A deep, consuming hunger to make every single person who wronged me pay–and Adrian Westwood was now part of the list
Julian must’ve sensed my mood because he gave me a quick look before speaking again. “I was able to get in touch with Dad just a few minutes ago. I told him everything–about the explosion, Mom, you… all of it. At first, he wanted to come down here, but I told him not to bother. We’re leaving in the morning.”
I blinked at him. “So, what did you two decide?”
“The jet will be ready at sunrise. He’s making arrangements as we speak. We’re leaving as soon as the hospital clears Mom for travel.”
“But… don’t you think she needs more time to rest?” I asked, glancing over at her sleeping form.
“I do,” Julian admitted, “but we don’t have that luxury. It’s only a matter of time before Adrian figures out his men failed. And when he does, he’ll come after you again–maybe even more prepared this time.”
He was right.
I hated to admit it, but Julian was speaking the truth. The longer we stayed here, the closer death crept toward us. I was still shaken by the earlier events, but now wasn’t the time to let fear take over. We had to move, and fast.
“I agree,” I said with a sigh. “But… shouldn’t we process the divorce papers before leaving?”
“That won’t be a problem,” Julian replied. “Once we get to our destination, we’ll take care of it. What matters now is getting you, me, and Mom out of here alive. My best friend’s meeting us at the airport first thing in the morning.”
I leaned back against the chair, exhaustion hitting me again. “Alright… we leave in the morning.”
Julian looked at me gently. “How are you holding up? I know you and Adrian… weren’t exactly a fairytale couple. But st. finding out he was behind the attack.”
I looked at him for a long moment. My lips parted before I could even think, and the words came tumbling out.
ust have been rough
“So this was the best he could think of?” My voice cracked slightly as the pain I’d kept buried began to surface. “I played his fucking game for months, Julian. I played along, even when it hurt. And just because I finally stood up and walked away, he sent people to kill me? He dragged you and Mom into this… like we were disposable.”
The tears I had held back for hours stung my eyes, and before I could stop them, they spilled over, trailing down my cheeks.
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“The ones you think you know the most are always the ones who show you new sides you’ve never seen before, Julian said softly as he rose to his feet
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting his words settle into my chest like soft rain after a storm. The ache in my heart pulsed slower now, though it was still very much there. Taking a deep breath, I gave a slow nod in agreement. It was time to move forward. I had to–for the child growing inside me, and for my own sanity.
Knowing there was no escaping his concern, I took the bag and pulled out the warm burger wrapped in foil. “Are you happy now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and giving him a teasing smirk.
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