Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

ADRIAN’S POV

I sat quietly as I twirled the whiskey in my hand while watching James pace furiously a

agitation.

across the room, his shoes thudding against the floor with growing

“You can’t go through with this, Adrian–and you know it,” he snapped, spinning around to face me.

I raised my gaze to meet his, calm yet unwavering. “You, of all people, should know that I can do anything I damn well please–and walk away clean,” replied, taking a slow sip of the whiskey, savoring the burn in the back of my throat.

James slammed his hand down on my desk. “This isn’t something you can just walk away from! You might be able to silence the press, pay off the authorities, and bury the evidence–but your soul, Adrian. You’ll never come back from this.”

I leaned forward, placing my glass down with a soft clink. “So you’re telling me I should just let them walk?” My voice dropped an octave, cold and razor- sharp. “I’ve waited for this moment for years, James. This–this is the reason I got married in the first place. The reason I played the long game. After everything they did, after every sleepless night, every lie, every scar they left behind, you want me to simply let it go?”

“I’m not saying that,” James said, shaking his head with frustration. “I want them to pay–but legally, Adrian. Let the courts deal with them. Let them rot behind bars. At least that way, your hands stay clean.”

I scoffed. “Clean? My hands haven’t been clean since I was sixteen.” I stood, my voice rising with a bitterness I couldn’t contain. “Where I come from, we don’t hand people over to the law and hope for justice. We take it ourselves. It’s an eye for an eye, James. That’s how it’s always been.”

“You don’t have to live by those rules anymore!” he shot back, his voice filled with desperation. “You’re not that kid anymore, Adrian. You have power. Influence. A name that matters. Don’t throw it away for revenge.”

I stepped around the desk and faced him directly, our eyes locked in a silent battle. “You weren’t there when Sam Grayson tore my family apart. You didn’t see what he did to my mother. The nights she cried herself to sleep, the way she flinched at every sound, every shadow. You didn’t bury her.”

James inhaled sharply, the weight of my words hitting him like a punch to the gut. “I’m trying to stop you from becoming something you’ll hate. One day, you’ll look in the mirror and not recognize who you’ve become.”

“I won’t regret it,” I said firmly. “Not for a second. Avenging her is the only thing that makes sense anymore. And everything’s already in motion. There’s no turning back now.”

James let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The room felt heavier with each passing second, the air thick with tension neither of us could escape.

“You know this shouldn’t be your only concern right now, right?” he asked cautiously.

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh really? And what, exactly, should I be worrying about more than this?”

He looked at me,

this time with something between disbelief and concern. “Are you forgetting that Dora is expecting your child?”

The words hit me harder than I expected. And even though I didn’t like it, it was true, I was going to become a father now, so I needed to set some things straight.

“You’re supposed to be focused on that,” James said sternly, crossing his arms, “rather than plotting revenge against your ex–in–laws. Now that Dora’s pregnant, are you going to marry her?”

“Of course not. I already explained things clearly to her. I don’t love her. She’s only in my house because I plan to take responsibility for the child. Even though it was a mistake… I’ll do the right thing.”

James shook his head slowly. “That’s really noble of you, Adrian. But come on, you’re seriously telling me you’re just going to accept it like that, no questions asked?”

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this. “What do you mean?”

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Chapter 142

He gave me a look like I was missing something obvious. “So you’re telling me that any girl can walk into your house, say she’s pregnant agree you’re the father?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’re definitely the father,” he countered. “Another man could’ve gotten her pregnant, and she could be pinning it on you You know how these things go.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but then I realized what he was trying to say. I leaned forward, placing both hands on my desk, the weight of it all settling in. He was right. I had been so caught up in my revenge so laser–focused on making Sarn Grayson and his family pay that I hadn’t stopped to think logically. Not even for a second.

James nodded, clearly relieved that I was finally listening. “Exactly. Look, I’m not saying Dora’s a bad person. Maybe she is telling the truth. But I’ve seen women do crazier things to trap a man with money and power. You need to protect yourself, Adrian. Be sure before you commit to anything”

I let his words settle as I glanced out the office window. The sky was darkening, a storm brewing in more ways than one. “We’ll wait for the baby to be born. Then we’ll get a paternity test done. Until then, I’ll stay civil, but I’m not making any life–altering decisions.”

“Smart move,” James said, finally easing into one of the chairs. “And remember – don’t let your thirst for revenge cloud your judgment in everything else. You’re not the same guy you were years ago. You’re a businessman now, a soon–to–be father…”

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