Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 182

OLIVIA’S POV

I heard a knock on the door just at the right time.

That must be Clara. “Come in,” I said, barely turning away from the screen in my hand.

The door opened wide and, just as I thought, Clara stepped inside. She was probably here to check on me before the designers arrived with the selection from Armani.

“You’re just in time,” I said quickly, standing from the edge of the chair and heading toward the walk–in closet. The phone was still in my hand, and the video call with Charlie was ongoing. “Tell the pilot to fire up the jet. We’re heading back to Mexico this instant.”

“Back to Mexico?” she asked, surprised. “But… what about the auction?”

“My son needs me, Clara,” I said firmly, stopping in my tracks and turning to face her. “Right now, I don’t care about the auction. I don’t care about the damn Rolls Royce. Nothing comes before Charlie.”

Clara paused, searching my eyes. Then she gave a small nod, never one to question me further when she could sense I had made up my mind. “Alright, ma’am. She pulled out her phone from the pocket of her blazer and immediately began to dial the pilot.

I took in a slow breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t let Charlie see that, I didn’t want to scare him more than he might already be. I straightened up, pushed my hair behind my ears, and put on a reassuring smile before lifting the phone to my face again.

Charlie was still lying there, tucked into his race car bed, the blanket pulled to his chest. His face was a little pale, and his eyes were slightly droopy. But something was… off.

As I stared at him, I was about to speak–ready to tell him I was coming back home–when I noticed something strange.

Something wasn’t adding up.

I’ve always been observant. After all, I’m not just his mother–I’m the chairwoman of Blake Enterprise. Being sharp, aware, and attentive has saved me more than once in the corporate world. But more than that, motherhood had rewired my instincts completely.

Ever since I gave birth to Charlie, I’ve paid close attention to every little thing about him. His moods, his habits, the way he reacts to certain foods, the sound of his breathing when he’s fast asleep–everything. And especially when he’s sick.

Because I missed the signs with Adrian. Because I was blind to the fact that someone I once trusted wanted me dead.

I promised myself I would never be that blind again.

The last–and only–time Charlie had fallen sick, I noticed something odd then too. Rashes. They always appeared on his forehead like a warning signal. The doctor had told me it was nothing to worry about, just a physical reaction from his body when it was under stress. But it stuck with me, and I made sure to check for it every single time.

And now, as I stared at the screen, I realized his forehead was perfectly clear.

Not a single rash.

That didn’t make sense.

“Stop that call,” I said suddenly to Clara, my eyes still fixed on the video feed. My voice was calm, but it cut through the room like a knife.

I leaned a bit closer to the screen, narrowing my eyes. “Okay,” I said slowly, studying his expression. “So when were you going to stop the act? Or were you actually going to let me come all the way back to Mexico just for this?”

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify