Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

ADRIAN’S POV

Breaking that vase on the floor felt so damn good. The crash, the shatter, the chaos it caused–it was the only honest thing in the room. For once, I didn’t regret my reaction. I was done playing the nice guy. Done pretending I could stomach their presence without tearing something apart.

“How can you two sit there and ask me if I’m alright, with all this going on?” I shouted, my voice rising with every word. My chest heaved with emotion Id buried for too long.

Mr. Grayson looked unfazed, adjusting his tie like he hadn’t just heard me snap. “What are you talking about? We’re the ones who should be asking what is going on.”

I stared at him in disbelief, then scoffed. “You want to know what’s going on?” I took a step forward, not blinking. “Olivia is dead.”

Silence.

I waited for it–the gasp, the horror, the moment of parental breakdown. But it didn’t

ome.

They just

sat there. Still, Cold and numb.

They glanced at each other briefly, and then back at me.

“You’re not surprised?” I asked, my voice suddenly low, almost confused.

“Why should we be?” Mrs. Grayson said calmly, crossing one leg over the other. “We warned her that this would be her fate if she didn’t change her ways. She was straying off the right path, and even when we tried to bring her back, she chose the wrong one. It was only a matter of time before she got what was coming to her.”

My entire body froze.

“What was coming to her?” I repeated, my voice hollow. “You raised her since she was little.”

“And that,” Mr. Grayson chimed in, “was one of the biggest mistakes of our lives. But at least nature has a way of correcting its errors.”

I stared at them, stunned. My brows furrowed deeply, my mouth slightly open, not from sadness–but from disgust. Even if they didn’t care about her… even if they hated her… shouldn’t they at least pretend in front of me? Fake a tear? Show a flicker of humanity?

But they didn’t. They were emotionally bankrupt. Soulless.

I let out a breath, long and slow, forcing myself to cool down. She was gone. And they didn’t care. I had to accept that. I couldn’t keep letting them rattle me. They weren’t worth it. Not anymore.

“Fine,” I said, standing tall again. “Since we’re being honest… I was the one who withdrew all the funds from the investments.”

Their reaction was immediate–sharp laughter filled the air. Not the kind of laughter that was joyful, but the kind meant to mock. They looked at each other like I’d just made a poor joke.

But then they looked back at me–and I wasn’t laughing.

Their expressions changed.

Mr. Grayson blinked. “Wait… you’re serious?”

I nodded once, slowly.

“Why would you do something like that?” he barked. “Those are our life investments! That’s all we had!”

A storm of emotions passed over his face–confusion, anger, panic–but I remained still.

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Chapter 154

glanced over at Dan, who had been standing silently like a statue behind them the entire time. I gave him a nod

He returned the gesture and walked out of the room toward my study. He knew what to bring. I’d prepared for this moment, and now it was finally i

I looked back at the Graysons, who were still struggling to process everything.

“We’re going to talk about something more important than your lost funds—something far more personal and dear to me,” I said, staty pacing the room, my voice cold and measured.

Mfs. Grayson scoffed, folding her arms like she was the victim in this whole mess. “You know nothing is more important than those funds, Adrian.

And there it was–exactly what I expected from them. Their usual selfish tone, where money was always at the center of everything. I turned slowly to face them, my eyes narrowing.

“That’s the problem,” I said, suppressing the rage bubbling beneath the surface. “You two honestly believe the world revolves around you. If something doesn’t directly benefit you–if it doesn’t fill your wallets–you don’t give a damn.”

Dan returned just then, holding the envelope I had asked him to retrieve. He handed it to me silently. I accepted it without taking my eyes off the Graysons and gently placed it on the coffee table between us.

Mr. Grayson leaned forward, brows furrowed. “What are you talking about, Adrian?”

They both blinked. Mrs. Grayson glanced at her husband, silently asking if the name meant anything to him. Mr. Grayson frowned, shaking his head slowly, his mind clearly trying to place it. But there was nothing. Blank stares.

My hand moved before I could stop it. In a single motion, I grabbed Sam Grayson by the collar and slammed him against the wall. The thud echoed violently through the room, making a painting shift on its hook. It felt good–satisfying in a way I couldn’t describe.

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