Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 211

ADRIAN’S POV

“What do you mean what they found, only a few people knew about it? If it wasn’t Marcus, then who else could have known about this?” James asked, his voice sharper than usual, tinged with frustration he rarely showed around me.

I turned slightly, locking my gaze on him. “The only person other than myself who knew where my notebook was hidden and where all those old files were stored on my laptop was Olivia,” I said, my tone low, every word measured. “But we can’t suspect her. She’s dead. And she didn’t keep friends. That guy she used to talk to? He died with her. That information was supposed to have died with them.”

James fell silent for a moment, processing, then pressed again. “So who found out about it then? Because someone clearly did, and they didn’t just keep it to themselves.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling the cold flare of anger simmer under my calm. “Call Dan,” I ordered, my voice dropping even lower. “Tell him to get here immediately.”

James nodded, pulling out his phone without another word.

I turned away from him and walked over to the corner of the room where a tall, dark cabinet stood. Pulling it open, I reached for a decanter of whiskey. My hand barely shook, but I could feel the pressure building in my chest as I poured the

amber liquid into a heavy glass.

“He was meant to have gotten rid of all the evidence,” I added, more to myself than to James. “So how the hell did the police find the bodies?”

The glass felt cold and solid in my grip as I raised it to my lips, the burn of the drink grounding me just enough to stop the thoughts swirling too fast in my head.

Olivia couldn’t have done this. She’s dead. So who?

A few minutes later, James moved to the door as it opened. Dan stepped in quietly, his shoulders squared but his eyes

darting briefly between James and me as though trying to read the room before speaking.

“You asked to see me, sir?” Dan said, his voice careful, respectful, as he stepped closer and gave a small bow.

I turned fully toward him, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “Remember a few years ago? The Graysons.” My words were slow, each one deliberate, “After I was finished with them, what did I tell you to do?”

Dan didn’t hesitate. “You told us to get rid of the bodies somewhere no one would ever find them.” His voice was steady,

but his shoulders tensed slightly as he spoke.

“And did you do that?” I asked, my tone/deceptively calm, my gaze locked on his face.

“Yes, boss,” he replied, nodding once/quickly. “We took them far out, to the river bend. Weighted them down, left nothing that could point back to you. No one should ever find them.”

I let his words hang in the air for a second, staring at him as though weighing something invisible. Then I nodded slowly, deliberately.

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Chapter 211

And then, without warning, I hurled the glass at him.

Dan hesitated, his eyes darting briefly toward James, as if hoping for help that wouldn’t come. “We dumped them at the bottom of Lake George,” he said finally, swallowing hard. “The one not too far from here.”

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