Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 161

ISADORA’S POV

The soft rustle of fabric followed me as I stepped into the changing room, the red dress clinging to my arms like silk. It was the last one my mom had picked out–her favorite, she said. A deep crimson shade with a high slit that traced all the way up my thigh and a backless design that left nothing to the imagination. The dress shimmered beneath the lighting, and as I turned to face the mirror, I couldn’t deny it–I looked amazing.

The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, the neckline plunging just enough to be daring without screaming desperation. For a second, I didn’t even feel like myself. I looked… powerful. Irresistible.

I stepped out of the fitting room and twirled lightly in front of the mirror.

My mom clapped her hands together, a pleased look spreading across her face. “Now that’s the one, no matter how old your mom gets she never loses her touch,” she said. “Adrian won’t be able to resist you in that. I guarantee it.”

I smiled, biting my lip slightly as I took another look at myself in the full–length mirror. Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed this push–a final effort to make him see me as more than the mother of his unborn child.

“That dress is a weapon,” my mom added, laughing as she leaned against the wall. “Use it wisely.”

We both laughed, and after paying for everything–including the baby clothes I almost forgot–we left the store. Shopping bags in hand, our day of luxury had come to an end. But my night? That was just getting started.

By the time I got home, it was late. The mansion was quiet, unusually so. The staff had likely retreated to the quarters, and Dan was nowhere in sight.

Perfect.

I walked up the stairs slowly, my heels clicking against the polished wood. My hands gripped the shopping bags, but my mind was somewhere else- already imagining his expression when he saw me in this dress.

When I got to our bedroom, the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently and stepped inside.

There he was.

Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, his back resting against the headboard, a laptop balanced on his lap. His sleeves were rolled up, and the collar of his shirt was undone slightly. He looked focused, eyes narrowed at the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.

I paused at the doorway for a second, just watching him.

He didn’t even glance up.

My jaw tensed slightly. I walked over to the wardrobe and took the red dress out of the bag, letting the plastic fall to the floor. No more waiting.

I changed quickly in the bathroom, touched up my lipstick just a little, and then stepped out.

He still hadn’t looked up.

I approached the bed slowly, each step deliberate.

“Hey,” I said softly.

Nothing.

I sat gently at the foot of the bed, just within his peripheral vision, but he remained glued to the screen.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“Business,” he replied curtly, not sparing me even a glance.

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08:51 Wed, 25 Jun

Chapter 161

I swallowed, then leaned back slightly, adjusting myself so the slit of the dress opened more along my thigh.

Still nothing.

Okay. Time to take things further.

கு

I stood up and walked to his side of the bed, slowly lowering myself next to him. My hand lightly traced the edge of his arm, and I leaned in closer, letting my hair brush his shoulder.

“You’ve been working so much lately,” I whispered. “Don’t you think it’s time for a break?”

He gave a half–hearted shrug, eyes never leaving the laptop. “I can’t afford to take breaks.”

“But you can afford a little distraction,” I said, trying to keep my voice sweet, seductive,

He sighed, annoyed now. “Dora. Not now.”

I frowned, but I didn’t back away. I slid my hand down his chest, fingers playing with the first button of his shirt.

Still, no response.

Frustration bubbled beneath my skin. I wasn’t doing this just for fun. Jessica was right, If I didn’t do something soon, if I didn’t–secure my place, this whole pregnancy would amount to nothing.

I leaned in closer, brushing my lips near his jawline. “Adrian,” I whispered. “Just… look at me.”

That made him pause.

Slowly, he turned his head and finally… finally looked at me.

And his eyes didn’t lie. They swept over the dress, lingering at the slit, the neckline, the curve of my hips–and for the first time that night, I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Not desire yet, but awareness.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Dora.”

Yes, I had finally gotten what I wanted. Revenge. Justice. The people who tore my life apart were gone, and my mother’s memory had been honored. I should’ve felt peace. But instead, all I felt was this strange, gnawing emptiness.

And now here she was–Isadora–in her scarlet dress, her scent clouding the air, her hand slowly sliding down my chest like she had the tight.

She didn’t.

At least… that’s what I kept telling myself.

Her fingers trailed lower. I caught her wrist instinctively, ready to pull her hand away. But something made me stop.

It wasn’t Dora’s anymore.

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