Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 148

OLIVIA’S POV

I made my way down to the dining hall, and the moment I stepped in, my jaw nearly hit the floor. The table way indeed long

But the length of the table wasn’t what held my attention.

My gaze locked onto the spread of food arranged in front of me like a royal banquet. There was everything literally everything. From spicy Medicin tacos and enchiladas, to buttery croissants, Italian pasta in creamy sauces, fresh sushi rolls, roasted meats, and even traditional American pancakes stacked high like a tower. The air was rich with the aroma of spices, sauces, and freshly baked bread. I blinked a few times just to make sure I want imagining it.

Is this how they eat every day? I wondered, stunned. Because if it is, they must waste a ridiculous amount of food.

“Hi there. I like the outfit,” a voice said from behind, pulling me out of my trance.

I turned and saw Damian standing there with a small smirk on his lips. I had forgotten he came with us.

“Thank you,” I said, tugging at the edge of my loose blouse: “Well, technically… this is the only outfit that hides my baby bump,” I added with a half- laugh.

He chuckled lightly. “You’re amazed by the food too, right?”

“Do they really cook like this all the time?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the feast.

“I’ve been here a lot,” he said, stepping beside me. “And no. They definitely don’t go this crazy on a regular day. I think… It’s because of you. You’re here

now.”

My heart fluttered a little at his words. Me? Causing this? It was hard to imagine I had that kind of impact on anyone–let alone a whole household.

Just then, a door opened to my left. I turned and immediately lit up. Mom walked in, no longer in her hospital gown. She looked refreshed, her face brighter, and her posture stronger. They must have given her more medication–something to help with the pain–and she’d finally had time to rest. She looked like herself again.

“Mom!” I said, hurrying over to her. I wrapped my arms around her gently. “It’s good to see you recovering.”

“Don’t worry about me,” she said, brushing my hair behind my ear like she used to. “I’ve been through worse than this since the ‘70s.”

I pulled back slightly and looked at her, brows raised. “Wait… what?”

She just gave me a mysterious smirk, then walked off toward the table like she hadn’t just dropped a massive question mark into my mind. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious–but if she was serious… just how old was she, really?

Before I could ask, my father’s voice echoed through the room. “Is everyone ready to eat?”

He walked to the head of the table with that commanding presence only powerful men seemed to carry so effortlessly. Even in his calmest tone, you felt

like you had to listen.

“Come on, let’s eat,” Mom said as she took her seat beside him.

I sat down next to her, while Damian and Julian took seats as well. I looked at the food again–steaming, colorful, inviting–and my stomach growled embarrassingly loud, betraying my hunger.

Then it hit me we were in a different kind of household now. One with traditions, Structure And apparently, stoma mula di

I lowered my hand slowly, heart thumping a bit.

Then my dad’s voice spoke out with calm authority, “Let us pray.” His deep tone cut gently through the room, and in response everyone must joined hands. My mom reached out towards me, and I gently took it.

At that moment, I understood why Julian had given me that small shake of the head earlier when I was about to dive into the food. Here, they prayed before meals—something I’d never really been accustomed to. My old life hadn’t exactly been built on traditions like these. My old family back from, never really indulged in anything religious. But this? This felt different. It felt grounding, like I was slowly becoming part of something I’d missed all my life.

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