Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

ADRIAN’S POV

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The persistent buzz of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned away from the car window, blinking as the buildings passed me by. The screen lit up with an incoming call – Sam Grayson.

I straightened in my seat, tugged at the sleeve of my jacket, and took a calming breath before answering.

“Mr. Grayson,” I greeted, keeping my tone composed.

“Adrian! How have you been? I trust you saw our last messag

we’re

His voice was cheery, too cheery for the kind of man he was, I knew

better than to take that tone at face value.

“I certainly did, sir,” I replied smoothly.

“Well, good, because we’re not on our way anymore. We’re already at your

Just about to head in, actually.”

I froze for a moment. “You are?” I asked, caught off guard. “I thought you mentioned arriving in the evening?”

“Yes, yes, I know. Plans changed. We figured we’d stop by early and wait for you at the house. I’m sure you don’t mind.”

I forced a smile he couldn’t see. “Of course not, Mr. Grayson. I’ll be there shortly.”

Without waiting for his reply, I ended the call and let out a long, tight sigh. My driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, concern flickering in his eyes, but I ignored it.

Things were already spiraling faster than I expected.

I pulled out my phone again and scrolled quickly through my contact list until I found Dan’s number. I pressed the call button. It rang. Once. Twice. Still ringing. Come on…

Just as the call was about to disconnect, he finally picked up.

“I’m sorry I missed your call, sir,” Dan said, a little out of breath. “I was just coming out of the bathroom.”

“I need you and your guys at my house in thirty minutes,” I said sharply. “Once you get there, I’ll brief you on exactly what you’re going to do. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied immediately. I hung up.

I ran a hand over my face, the edge of my thumb dragging over the stubble on my chin. This day was unraveling faster than I liked. I needed control – and right now, it was slipping.

The plan had been simple: wait for the Graysons to arrive in the evening, go through the motions, and execute what needed to be done. Everything was mapped out. But this early visit? It threw a wrench into all of it. And to make matters worse, there was still Dora.

She wasn’t supposed to be in the house today. She couldn’t be anywhere near what was about to happen.

I quickly navigated back to my call log and dialed Dora’s number. It rang. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing.

“Come on, Dora, pick up,” I muttered under my breath, tapping my foot anxiously against the floor of the car. She always had her phone. She lived on

Was she ignoring my call? Or was something wrong?

Chapter 151

A thousand scenarios flooded my mind, each one worse than the last. If the Graysons found her there… if she accidentally overheard somethin tried to interfere… this whole operation could fall apart before it even began.

I gripped my phone tightly, debating whether to send one of Dan’s men ahead early to get her out. But that might spook her she wasn’t stopki and t last thing I needed was for her to get suspicious or panicked.

I glanced back up at the mirror. “Step on it,” I said to the driver. “I need to get home. Fast.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the car picked up speed, I leaned back and stared at the ceiling of the vehicle

Getting Dora out of the house wouldn’t be a problem–at least, not under normal circumstances. She loved shopping, and with my card in her hand, she’d happily lose track of time at a mall for hours. That would buy me enough time. The real issue was that the Graysons were already at my gate. I glanced at the dashboard clock and cursed under my breath.

There was no way I’d get back fast enough to intercept them before they entered the house. That meant there was a high chance they had already met Dora–or, started a conversation with her. And that would be bad. Very bad.

Did they know about Olivia’s death?. And if they didn’t know… what the hell was I supposed to say when they asked about her? It wasn’t like I could just blurt out, “Oh, by the way, your daughter’s dead because she went to visit another man and ended up in a house that exploded.” That wasn’t just brutal -it was dangerous.

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