Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Chapter 166

DORA’S POV

Ever since Adrian kicked me out of his house, the

only place that offered me even a shred of comfort was the cramped, musty room i novi called mine. wouldn’t call it home–home was the mansion, with marble floors and ceilings that kissed chandeliers. That was where I belonged. But now, here I was tucked away in this dump of an apartment, stripped of the luxury I had grown used to.

Yes, I had a new room–but it wasn’t mine by

One of my goals back when I was trying so ha house bills. I had envisioned a life of ease, with

to

a future with Adrian was simple: marry him, and let him take care of everything–especially the days, designer handbags, and Adrian’s card funding it all.

But everything… everything crumbled.

That plan failed–spectacularly. Not only had I been exposed, humiliated, and kicked out of his mansion, but the financial support I’d hoped to cling to disappeared with it. And now? We were living in a depressing two–bedroom apartment that could barely fit a decent bed, let alone dreams.

We had no choice. Either this or the streets.

The walls were cracked, yellowed with age. The ceiling leaked when it rained, and sometimes even when it didn’t. The sinks wheezed and spat rust- colored water, the toilets never flushed properly, and don’t get me started on the electricity. We could go a whole week without power, and when our phones died, we’d walk miles just to pay someone to charge them.

It was hell.

I never realized how much I had taken the mansion for granted–its warmth, its silence, its endless space. Now, the smallest creak in this apartment echoed like a scream. I missed the walk–in closets. I missed the gold–rimmed mirror that used to reflect back the image of a woman who had it all. That mirror was gone now. And I no longer recognized the girl in this room.

I barely left my bed.

There was no TV. No luxury. No beauty. Just the suffocating reminder of failure.

My dad tried to cheer me up sometimes. He’d knock on my door gently, tell me dinner was ready, and ask if I wanted to step outside for some air. But the moment I did… the world out there, the noise, the garbage–lined street, the peeling paint on the buildings–it all made me feel sick, it was disgusting, I wasn’t used to this style and I didn’t want to get used to it. So I stayed in bed, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me like it could protect me from the

truth.

I couldn’t stay here much longer. I knew that.

In a moment of desperation, I had called Jessica and asked if I could stay at her place–just for a while. Just until I figured things out. But she didn’t even hesitate before saying no. She claimed her siblings were crashing with her and there was no space for me. I knew that was a lie. She just didn’t want me there. After all the nights she’d spent at my place, raiding my fridge, lounging in my designer robes, now she couldn’t return the favor?

I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry.

Why was this happening to me?

Why did it all go so wrong?

My mother was furious. She hadn’t spoken to me properly since Adrian threw me out. She blamed me for everything–for not getting pregnant, for not “locking him down” like she had taught me. She said I failed her. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen.

“It’s not my fault!” I had screamed one night after another one of her cold remarks.

But it didn’t matter. She didn’t care.

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Chapter 166

She had given me all the seduction tips in the book–what to wear, how to smile, when to touch him. She’d prepped me like a soldier going to war Bot.

none of it had worked.

Adrian never gave me a chance,

He barely let me touch him. Any time I tried to get close, he’d shut down. Move away. Pretend I wasn’t even there. I had wondered over and over if he was seeing someone else behind my back. If some low–class street girl had taken my place in his bed.

Because it didn’t make sense.

I had done everything. Every trick in the book.

Adrian had meant everything to me. Not just because of the money–but because, in some twisted way, I thought he was mine. I had known him for years. We grew up together. I was supposed to be the one beside him.

Olivia wasn’t in Adrian’s life anymore. That should’ve meant something. That should’ve opened a door for me, given me the chance I always dreamed of.

The thought made my stomach twist. No. That couldn’t be it. I refused to believe it. I’ve always been told I was beautiful–always had men staring at me wherever I went. I had curves, I had the body. So why didn’t he want me?

Then, wordlessly, I began peeling off my clothes–first the oversized t–shirt I wore just to feel some level of comfort, then the loose, worn–out trousers that hung on my hips. I let them fall to the ground, leaving me bare.

I stood naked in front of the mirror, studying myself from head to toe. My hands slowly lifted and cupped my breasts. They were still soft, still full–but they didn’t sit the way they used to. Not as high. Not as tight. They sagged just a little.

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