Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

JULIAN’S POV

“So just sign here and here, and she’s free to go,” the doctor said as he handed me a clipboard with a stack of discharge papers attached.

I didn’t waste a second. I picked up the pen, my signature flying across the lines without hesitation. My father had already handled all the hospital bills his way of silently making up for lost time, maybe. Either way, that wasn’t my concern right now. What mattered was getting Mom out of here and far away from danger.

No way was I going to take her to a hotel, even for a night. That would be a reckless move, almost as good as dropping a pin with our location on it and sending it to Adrian himself. We had already been through too much. Risking Mom’s life again? Not an option. We had to disappear–completely

I glanced at the wall clock. 10:14 AM.

Perfect timing.

Earlier this morning, when I stepped out under the guise of “clearing my head,” I’d been doing more than that. I had made a call to the only person trusted as much as myself–my oldest friend, more like a brother than just a friend. We’d grown up together, fought, laughed, and survived through a lot of crazy things, but he stayed in Mexico while I moved down here

He told me to reach out again exactly at 10:15 AM today, and now it was time.

I needed to find a pay phone.

I made my way back to my mother’s hospital room to let her know I’d be stepping out briefly.

“I’ll be using the pay phone across the street,” I said, standing halfway in the doorway. “I need to make an important call.”

She looked up at me and gave a soft nod. Even though her face was pale and tired, there was a calmness in her expression now–a kind of peace that hadn’t been there when we were both running scared.

I turned and left the hospital, heading down the block. The moment I spotted the old metal pay phone near the corner store, I felt a flicker of relief. But that relief was short–lived.

As I reached into my pocket, my heart sank–I didn’t have any coins.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. I looked around the street. This city had hardened people. You couldn’t even ask for time without someone throwing you a dirty look, let alone spare change. And some of them recognized me. Or at least they though they did. Being tied to the Blake name–even if I wanted no part of it–had its consequences.

I sucked in a breath and walked up to a woman who looked like she might be in a helpful mood.

“Excuse me!” I called out, raising a hand.

She turned, eyebrows raised.

“I need to make a call to someone really important. I lost my phone and I just need a few cents to use the pay phone over there,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.

Her gaze narrowed as she looked at me, studying my face.

“You look familiar… Have we met before?” she asked, squinting like she

“No,” I replied quickly. “Please, I’d really appreciate your help.”

She scoffed and gave an exaggerated sigh “Jeez, fine.”

was trying to place me.

10:50 Sun, 8 Jun

Chapter 140

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a few coins and handed them over.

I nearly sighed with relief. “Thank you,” I said earnestly, already backing away.

Before she could respond or change her mind, I rushed over to the pay phone and dropped the coins into the slot. The clink of metat against trète never a sounded so satisfying.

I dialed the number I had memorized since childhood and brought the phone to my ear, theng tone buzzing in my chest like a heartbeat

He picked up the phone after a few rings, his voice calm and steady as always.

“Hey man, you told me to call back at this time. Have you gotten the plane ready?” I asked, my voice low but urgent.

“Yeah, it’s ready,” he replied without hesitation. “I’m already at the airport, waiting for you and Mrs. Blake”

A wave of relief washed over me, but I couldn’t afford to relax just yet. “I’ll be bringing one more person too, I added, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“Who?” he asked, curiosity clear in his tone.

“I’ll explain everything once we’re on the plane,” I said quickly. “Also, I’m going to send you a bank account. I need you to wire some cash there ASAP so we can withdraw and come to you.”

“Got it,” he replied, no questions asked.

I ended the call without wasting another second and made my way back to the hospital, weaving through the busy street with my hands in my pockets and my heart pounding with anticipation.

As I stepped into Mom’s hospital room, Olivia looked up from where she was sitting beside her. A nurse followed close behind me, ready to assist.

“Alright, we’re leaving immediately,” I announced.

The nurse nodded and began removing the drip needles from Mom’s arms with delicate care. Despite her condition, Mom didn’t complain–her eyes just met mine, silently trusting me to do what was best,

I helped her slowly sit up and then guided her to her feet, careful not to rush her. It pained me to see her so weak, still wearing the thin, open–backed hospital gown. I hated the idea of her leaving like this, exposed and yulnerable, but time wasn’t on our side.

We made our way out of the hospital as quickly as possible. I flagged down a taxi, and the driver gave us a curious look as we climbed in.

“The airport,” I said, my tone leaving no room for questions.

The ride was short–the hospital wasn’t far from the airport–but the silence in the car felt heavy. Olivia sat with her hands resting on her stomach, staring out the window as if trying to mentally escape from everything we had just gone through.

We arrived at the airport, and I quickly helped Mom out of the car. As soon as we walked through the terminal, I could feel the stares. People whispered and turned heads, not necessarily at me, but at Mom–still in her hospital gown, pale and tired.

I hated the idea of her leaving like this–exposed and vulnerable in a hospital gown but we had to get away from Adrian’s reach first and Olivia stood tall beside her, trying to shield her from the curious glances.

Once we settled into the waiting area, I approached the front desk.

“Good afternoon. I’m ready to depart on my jet–tail number 7755. Can you have it fueled and pulled out for me?” I asked the attendant.

“Thank you.”

10:50 Sun, 8 Jun

finally,

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