Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

OLIVIA’S POV

“Calm down, ma’am, you said you found what?” one of the officers asked me, his voice firm but carrying an edge of disbelief.

“Two body bags under my boat, and there’s something in them,” I repeated, forcing my voice to remain steady even though my heartbeat thudded in my ears. Without waiting for their reply, I turned and led the way back toward the boat. The officers followed, their boots crunching over the gravel path that led to the dock.

As we approached, my bodyguard was already waiting by the side of the boat, his posture straight and expression guarded. When he saw us, he moved to the nearest bag and unzipped it just enough for them to see inside.

The moment the zipper slid down and the contents were revealed, one of the officers jerked back, his face contorting in disgust. “Holy shit! is that what! think it is?” he blurted out, his hand instinctively going up to cover his mouth and nose.

“Two human skeletons, yes,” I said quietly, though the sight still made bile rise in my throat. “And I think I might know who they are,” I added, my words hanging in the air like smoke.

The second officer glanced at his partner, the lines around his mouth tightening. “You think you can identify them?” he asked, a note of caution in his tone.

“Yes,” I answered, softer this time but firm. “But I need confirmation. Your forensic team can run DNA tests and tell us for sure.” Even as I spoke, my mind raced, the memories clawing their way back–faces, voices, arguments, a gold coin locked in a necklace.

Damien stepped closer to me, the confusion plain on his face. “Olivia, who do you think it is?” he asked, his voice low, almost as if he was afraid of the

answer.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Just saying the words felt like they would turn everything real–no longer an old suspicion but a truth I’d have to face. “It’s a long story,” I whispered back, my eyes locked on the rusted chain still dangling from the bag. “But if I’m right… it changes everything.”

The officer nodded, stepping back to radio in what he’d found. “Alright, ma’am. We’ll secure the scene and get the bags transferred to the station. You and your team can follow us there.”

At that moment, the lake’s manager finally gathered the courage to step forward, though his voice shook slightly. “Officer, there must be some misunderstanding…” he began, desperation creeping into his words.

But the officer cut him off sharply, raising a hand without even turning to look at him. “Sir, please step back. This is an active investigation now. Let us do our job.”

The manager’s face went pale, and he stepped away reluctantly, his shoulders slumping. I could see it written across his expression: panic over what this discovery would do to his business. But my concern wasn’t for his reputation–it was for the truth.

Behind us, the second officer was already calling for backup. A few minutes later, I could hear the wail of more sirens in the distance, growing louder as they approached. The calm, picturesque lake that had felt almost peaceful this morning now felt tainted, as if it had been hiding secrets in its depths for far too long.

Damien was still beside me, silent but watching. The moment the police stepped away to talk among themselves, he finally spoke again. “Before, you said you might know who they are. Who?” His gaze was steady, not demanding but filled with concern.

Took me in. I let out a slow breath, realizing it was time to tell him at least part of it. “Before I found out about my real parents, there was a coupl They weren’t the most loving or the kindest, but they raised me. They cared about money and status more than anything else, and evally, that greed was why I left them. But this necklace–this locket with the gold coin–it looks exactly like the one my adoptive father gave to my adoptive mother on her birthday.”

Damien’s brows furrowed, processing what i’d just told him. “So you think… they died here? Like this?” His voice carried a note of disbelief, but not because he doubted me because the idea itself was horrifying.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted, shaking my head slightly. “That’s why I need the DNA test. To confirm it. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but everything

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points in that direction.”

“And what if it’s theirs? These body bags look like they had been underwater for years. The killer would be long gone by now maybe even dead Daniel said, his voice calm but edged with something I couldn’t place.

Damien’s brows furrowed. “Isn’t that the whole reason you called the forensic team? To find who did this and get justice for them? His confusion was clear, written all over his face like an open book.

A small scoff escaped my lips before I could stop it. It felt strange, almost absurd, that he’d think I still carried any loyalty or love toward those two. “No, Damien,” I said, my tone sharper now. “You’ve got it wrong. Those people… they were selfish, cruel, and thought only of themselves. Why would I bother to avenge them? I stopped caring about them years ago.”

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