Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 21

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CHAPTER 021

ISADORA’S POV

9:00 AM

“Was there any need for this stupid clock?” I grumbled as I slowly got up, rubbing my eyes. The alarm was meant to wake me up an hour ago, but it failed miserably. I /stretched my arms above my head, feeling the slight ache in my back before dragging

myself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Toilet flush.

I took my toothbrush and began my morning routine, brushing in slow circular motions while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my skin looked a bit dull–maybe because I stayed up too late last night. After spitting out the foam, I rinsed my mouth and splashed cold water on my face, letting out a small sigh. Stepping out of the bathroom, I noticed that one of my maids had already brought my usual morning orange juice with ginger, just as I requested every day. I grabbed the glass and took a sip, letting the cool citrus flavor wake up my senses.

After a few minutes of stretching, I hopped onto my treadmill, setting the speed to a comfortable walking pace. My feet moved rhythmically as I stared blankly at the wall in front of me, my thoughts drifting.

Adrian.

I hadn’t heard from him.

I worked out for a full hour before stepping off the treadmill, slightly out of breath but satisfied. Without wasting time, I headed into the bathroom for a shower. The hot water relaxed my muscles, washing away the sweat. By the time I stepped out, steam filled the room. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked toward my vanity table, towel–drying my hair as I picked up my phone.

-1 checked my messages.

Still nothing from Adrian.

I frowned, tapping my phone against my palm. I had sent him a message yesterday, yet there was no response. My patience was wearing thin.

I tried calling him.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

No answer.

Successfully unlocked!

phuccessfully un

I narrowed my eyes, gripping my phone tighter. avoiding my calls again?

I tossed my phone onto the table, frustrated. Since the night we slept together, he had been acting distant, and I didn’t like it one bit.

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CHAPTER 021

“I just hope you didn’t use me like a sex doll that night,” I muttered to myself as I picked up my comb, running it through my damp hair. “I’m not something that people use and dispose of.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “I know I’m a gem.”

Some people might think my relationship with Adrian is toxic, but I don’t care. I’ve been through worse–far worse than this.

A small laugh escaped my lips as old memories surfaced.

When I was seven, my mother constantly compared me to our neighbor’s daughter.

“Look how well–mannered she is. Look at how gracefully she carries herself. You should learn from her!”

Those words tormented me daily.

Back then, I was a tomboy. I loved playing basketball and running around with boys, and I didn’t care about dresses or makeup. I was rough, wild, and full of energy. I can still remember the number of arms I nearly broke during school fights.

But my mother hated it.

She wanted me to be just like the neighbor’s daughter–poised, delicate, obedient.

But I refused. I loved myself for who I was.

That was until the day she told me she regretted giving birth to me.

I think something in me shattered that day.

After that, I did everything to become the perfect daughter she always wanted. I changed my dressing style, abandoned my tomboy habits, and learned proper manners. When I turned fifteen, I started experimenting with makeup and beauty routines. Eventually, I perfected my appearance.