Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

ADRIAN’S POV

“As you can see, the branch at Mall City has been doing amazingly. The sales have gone up better than we expected,” James’s voice droned faintly in the background, the words barely registering in my mind.

I sat in my chair at the head of the conference table, my eyes fixed on the report in front of me. But truthfully, I hadn’t read a single line. My vision was blurred—not literally, but mentally. You know that feeling when your body’s in one place, but your mind? It’s floating somewhere else entirely, disconnected from reality. That was me.

I wasn’t even thinking of anything specific. My mind wasn’t crowded. It was empty–just empty. A quiet space that felt too heavy to be silence. I didn’t know if it was numbness or simply fatigue, but either way, I wasn’t present.

“Are you sure you’re good?” James’s voice cut in again, this time sharper, more deliberate.

I blinked, snapped back for a second, and took a slow breath. Sitting up straighter, I adjusted my tie–more out of habit than necessity. “Of course. Why do you ask?”

James raised an eyebrow. “Because for the past thirty minutes, I feel like I’ve been explaining Mall City’s quarterly performance to a ghost.”

“I’m listening,” I said quickly, hoping to shut him up and move things along.

He crossed his arms, unconvinced. “Adrian, you’ve been staring at that file since we started. You haven’t asked a single question. You haven’t even nodded. And you expect me to believe you’re paying attention?”

“I said I’m fine, James,” I repeated, this time more firmly.

But he wasn’t buying it. He knew me too well for that. He’s seen me operate with barely two hours of sleep and still tear apart a deal proposal like a machine. He knows when something’s off.

“Alright then,” he said, leaning back in the chair beside mine. “If you’re really listening, tell me the three major sales trends I mentioned just five minutes ago.”

I turned my face toward him slowly, glaring. “Is this meant to be some kind of joke?”

“No,” he replied calmly. “But something’s clearly on your mind. And the Adrian I know–he never lets anything mess with his business head. Not unless it’s something serious. So… what is it? Are you thinking about what you want to do?”

Fuck

I totally forgot about that

I sighed and raked my hand through my hair. My thoughts raced now, no longer numb, but storming into me all at once.

The Graysons were coming today. That alone was enough pressure but that wasn’t the biggest thing eating away at me right now.

James studied my face, and when I didn’t say anything right away, he added, “Wait–by that look, that’s not even what’s really bothering you? The shit you wanna do to the Graysons is a big mess, so what the hell is bigger than that?”

I hesitated. Every instinct told me to brush it off again, to bury it the way I always did. But James wasn’t just my business partner. He was the one person! could trust not to twist my weakness into leverage. So I said it.

“Olivia,” I muttered.

His eyes widened. “You caught her with another guy? What happened to her?”

I looked away, lips pressing together tightly. I didn’t even know how to put the words together. Every version sounded worse in my head.

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Chapter 150

“She’s… she’s gone,” I finally said, my voice barely audible.

James froze. “Gone?” he echoed, cautiously. “Like… what do you mean, she has left your house, the contract between you two is overse

“She’s dead, James,” I said, my voice rising louder than I intended.

“What?” he breathed. “How? What happened?”

I swallowed hard, trying to control the tight knot forming in my chest. “She was involved in an accident,” I managed, though every syllable felt like glass scraping against my throat. Just saying it out loud made it too real. And here I was again, getting worked up like I hadn’t already told myself to move on. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to anymore.

I dragged a hand across my face and stared at the desk in front of me, trying to pull myself together. “There was something there,” I admitted quietly, “between Olivia and me. I knew it… deep down. But I blocked it out–smothered it with hate, with anger, with every reason I could find to push her away.”

James didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, watching me closely before walking over and placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“She was a nice girl,” I said, the words barely coming out. “She didn’t deserve to die like that. Not the way she did.”

A faint smirk curved on James’s face—not mocking, more like understanding. “Guess that means you really did have feelings for her after all,” he said, his tone light, but not unserious.

I didn’t answer. I just let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment

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