Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Chapter 155

ADRIAN’S POV

The tension in the room was thick, suffocating almost, like the air itself had frozen in place. The sound of the front door creaking open broke the silenc followed by the heavy steps of Dan’s men entering the room. Their presence brought an added weight to the already crazy atmosphere.

My elbow remained firm against Mr. Grayson’s throat, pinning him hard to the wall. His face was red, eyes darting around in panic, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. He was trapped–in more ways than one.

“What is he talking about? Who’s Margaret?” Mrs. Grayson asked, her voice trembling with fear. She tried to keep her composure, but the cracks were starting to show. I could see the slight quiver in her fingers, the way her eyes widened in confusion–or perhaps guilt masked as confusion.

I turned my gaze to her briefly, a dry laugh escaping my lips. These people–these manipulators–knew exactly what they were doing. They had perfected the art of pretending. Just like they pretended to love Olivia. Just like they pretended to care about anything other than themselves.

They wore their masks so well, but not today. I was going to rip those masks off and force them to see what they had done. What they had destroyed. They can’t just forget my mother like that after what they did to her

“Adrian, why are you doing this?” Mr. Grayson choked out, wincing beneath my hold. “What has changed in you? I’ve told you–I don’t know who that name belongs to.”

I scoffed, tightening my grip just slightly before stepping back. I didn’t need to crush his windpipe to make my point, Words would be sharper today than fists.

“You don’t know who I’m talking about? Fine,” I said, my tone dark but calm, which only made the room feel colder. “Let’s humor your lie for a moment. Maybe you’ve forgotten her name because of old age. Or maybe there were too many Margarets in your dirty past and you can’t tell one from the other. That’s not a problem–we can fix that.”

I snapped my fingers.

One of Dan’s men stepped forward with purpose, reaching into the thick envelope that sat on the table. He pulled out a photo and handed it to me without a word. I didn’t even look at it. I didn’t have to. The image was burned into my memory.

I took the photo to Mr. Grayson, who had slumped slightly now that he was no longer pinned. His eyes cautiously met mine, the bravado beginning to drain from his face.

“Does this ring a bell now?” I asked, holding the photo mere inches from his face, making sure he got a good, long look.

He stared.

For a moment, nothing.

Then… something shifted.

Recognition flickered in his eyes like a match being lit in the dark. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but nothing came out, His gaze quickly from the photo to my face, then back again, bouncing between the past and the present, reality and guilt.

“You remember her now, don’t you?” I said softly, mockingly. “It’s funny how pictures jog the memory.”

He swallowed hard, his throat working as he tried to find the right words. And then, finally, with a sigh of resignation, he spoke.

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“Don’t tell me… she’s your mother,” he muttered. The tone in his voice wasn’t apologetic. It wasn’t remorseful. It was flat. Disappointed. As if I had inconvenienced him by being her son.

That was all I needed to hear.

With a burst of fury, I shoved him with force. He crashed to the floor, the thud echoing through the silent room. He groaned in pain, clutching his side as

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he looked up at me.

I towered over him, my fists clenched, my voice cold and steady.

“You’re very much correct. She’s my mother,” I said coldly, with disgust in my eyes.

“Sam, are you alright?” she asked, her voice shaky but filled with concern as she twisted her wrists in vain still trying to free herself,

Then she turned to me, confusion lacing her words. “Adrian, what’s gotten into you? And who is the woman in that photo?”

Mr. Grayson let out a weary sigh, his shoulders sagging as if a great weight had finally been lifted. “He knows everything. There’s no point in pretending anymore.”

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