Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Chapter 195

ISADORA’S POV

My shift felt like it would never end. I kept glancing at the small wall clock above the cash register, the seconds ticking away slower than usual, taunting me. The auction was probably wrapping up by now, and here I was, stuck behind the counter serving people who couldn’t even bother to say thank you.

Every polite smile I forced felt heavy on my face. Every cup I handed over felt like it was draining my time, my patience, my sanity. My mind wasn’t here. It was already at the auction center, already thinking about what I’d say to Adrian if–no, when I saw him.

“Large cappuccino with an extra shot, please,” a woman with too much perfume demanded, barely glancing at me.

I punched the order into the register harder than I should have. “That’ll be $5.80,” I said flatly.

She gave me a look, that look rich people give when they think someone like me should worship the ground they walk on. “Could you hurry? I’m late.”

I bit my tongue, jaw tightening. So am I, lady, I wanted to scream. Instead, I turned to make her drink, slamming the portafilter into the machine hard enough that it rattled.

Another customer, some suited guy scrolling on his phone, mumbled his order without even meeting my eyes. My patience cracked a little more with every passing minute. I checked the time again. The auction was almost over.

Come on, Adrian, just stay there a little longer… talk to those arrogant men you always hang around with… don’t leave yet.

By the time the lunch rush thinned out, my forced politeness had disappeared completely. A man asked for almond milk, and I snapped, “We’re out,” even though we weren’t. Another woman asked if I could make her drink ‘extra hot‘ and I practically rolled my eyes right in front of her.

It wasn’t professional, I knew that. But my nerves were stretched thin, and all I could think of was Adrian walking out of the auction hall, leaving me with nothing but regret.

As soon as the line cleared, my boss–a heavyset woman with sharp eyes and hair pulled into a tight bun–stormed over.

“Isadora,” she hissed, “you need to fix your attitude. I don’t care what’s bothering you, but you don’t bring it behind my counter. Got it?”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to argue. “Yes, ma’am.”

She stared at me for another moment, then shook her head and stomped back into her office. I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding. Great. Just great. First day, and I’d already ruined it. But I didn’t have time to think about that now.

When my shift finally ended, I ripped off the apron, grabbed my bag, and bolted out the back door before anyone could say another word to me. I rushed down the cracked sidewalk, my chest tight with panic.

The sun was starting to sink, painting everything in orange. My legs felt heavy, and sweat trickled down my back. I didn’t care about the cheap dress I wore–it wasn’t even ironed properly. None of it mattered.

I just needed to get there before Adrian left. I flagged down the first taxi I saw, nearly tripping over my own feet as I yanked the door open.

“Auction center, please. As fast as you can,” I blurted out, barely catching my breath.

The driver raised an eyebrow but nodded. The engine growled to life, and we lurched into traffic.

I tapped my phone nervously, trying to distract myself, but every minute felt like an hour. What if I’m too late? My thoughts spiraled. What if he’s already

I thrust a few crumpled bills at the driver, barely waiting for my change before pushing the door open and running up the steps.

I scanned every face–men in tailored suits, women in sparkling gowns, security guards in dark uniforms–but none of them was him.

I approached a staff member in a black blazer. “Excuse me, did Adrian Westwood already leave?” I asked, my voice shaky.

She checked something on her tablet and nodded politely. “Yes, ma’am. He left about ten minutes ago.”

Ten minutes. The word’s echoed in my head like a cruel joke. Just ten minutes. If I hadn’t snapped at those customers, if I’d left just a little earlier

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