Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

ADRIAN’S POV

“And that’s what I’m trying to get you to see, Adrian. It’s not healthy for you and deep down, you know it,” James said, his voice filled with a mix of

frustration and concern.

I sat motionless at the edge of the bed, my fingers loosely gripping the rim of the sheets. My eyes were really aching me, and if not for the curtains and my shades, shielding me from the outside world–something I had grown used to, headaches were my next route. I didn’t answer him immediately. The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable.

“I deserve it,” I said eventually, my voice flat, almost lifeless. “The way I treated people who genuinely cared about me… how I pushed them away, all because I was drowning in hate and anger. I deserve everything that’s happening to me now.”

There was no hope in my tone. Just resignation. I wasn’t looking for pity or a pep talk. I was just stating what I believed to be true.

James exhaled sharply. “It’s been five fucking years, man. Five. Are you planning to hold on to this guilt until you’re old and grey? Because from where I’m standing, you’re already halfway there.”

I didn’t respond.

Because I didn’t know.

I didn’t know when I’d be “myself” again–hell, I didn’t even know who that was anymore. Each day blurred into the next. My life had become a series of numb routines and hollow distractions. The pain hadn’t gone away; I had just grown familiar with it.

James continued, stepping closer. “You know, if everyone had your mindset–if everyone locked themselves away from the world because of one mistake they couldn’t take back–the streets would be empty. We’d all be hiding in the dark.”

I let out a slow, tired sigh. His words lingered in the air, piercing the armor I had spent years building around myself. He wasn’t completely wrong. Maybe, it was time to try harder. To stop using the past as a prison and start looking for a way out–even if I had to crawl.

Maybe it was time to fight for myself.

I slowly reached up and took off my sunglasses. My eyes, bloodshot from sleepless nights and too many bottles of wine, met his for the first time since he

walked in.

“You’re right,” I said quietly, the admission tasting strange on my tongue. I straightened up and leaned back against the bedframe.

James blinked, clearly surprised. His eyebrows shot up. “Wait…really?”

Without answering, I pushed myself to my feet and shrugged off the night robe I had worn like armor for the past few days maybe longer. The fabric hit the ground with a soft thud, and I felt oddly lighter.

I walked over to the window, paused for a moment, then pulled the curtains open. Sunlight flooded the room, warm and blinding. I winced at first, my eyes unused to the brightness, but I didn’t close them again.

The light felt real. Almost healing.

“I’m not saying I can forget everything that’s happened in the last five years,” I said, my voice steadier now as I turned to face him. “But I’ll try. All of this– me rotting in this room–it was just an excuse. I’ll work on leaving the past behind me. I owe that much to myself… and to the people I pushed away.”

Chapter 168

“Now, I said I was going to leave the past behind me, I replied, brushing his hand off my shoulder with a cats but cleat motion, “tut Hosur ment going to start accepting blind dates, so don’t get any ideas.

“Come on, let’s not argue about this too,” he said. “Dora lied to you I get it. She was manipulative, but that doesn’t mean every other woman is like her You can’t shut everyone out because of one bad apple.”

I didn’t bother responding. I simply turned around and began picking up the scattered clothes that littered the floor. Shirts, jackets, even ties I hadn‘ wom in months—all signs of a man who’d let himself go and stopped caring. I needed to change, yes. But not everything was on the table for change

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