Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

OLIVIA’S POV

I buried myself deeper into the corner of my couch, my legs tucked under me, the blanket twisted carelessly around my waist. This was not how I wanted my morning to turn out,

I should probably think about improving my acting skills because even I couldn’t believe the show I put on for the police a few moments ago, I was able to convince the police that there was enough evidence and proof at Adrian house and they went to confirm, if they did find anything they were going to arrest him I think. Anyways I had finally gotten back from the lakeside and I was tired, stripes of sun and shadow dancing across the floor. On the TV, the news anchors were animated, voices laced with the kind of hushed excitement they reserved for high–profile scandals.

My plan worked. And it worked beautifully.

Even though they hadn’t dared put him in handcuffs yet, it still felt oddly satisfying to see the police escort Adrian away from his mansion, cameras flashing, reporters shouting questions he wouldn’t answer. The great Adrian Westwood, an untouchable, billionaire, finally looked… human. Vulnerable.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I watched his face on the screen, still so cold and proud even now. “Enjoy the walk, Adrian,” I whispered under my breath, voice low and sharp.

You’ve probably never even learned what it means to suffer. All your life, you were the one inflicting pain, the one pulling the strings behind the curtain. But this time, it’s my turn. I’ll make you suffer. I’ll make you pay for everything you and your lover did to me. And this…this little scandal on the morning news is just the beginning. The tip of the iceberg.

I know there are other secrets you’d do anything to keep buried, Adrian. Darker secrets. And I’m going to find every single one of

them. And when I do, I’ll tear your perfect empire apart brick by brick until there’s nothing left but ashes and regret.

The sound of gentle knocking on my door cut through my thoughts. Soft, measured

“Come in,” I called, not bothering to turn my head from the TV.

The door creaked open and Damien stepped inside, holding a black tablet under his arm. His expression softened when he saw me, and he walked closer until he stood by the couch.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice careful, calm. “How’re you holding up?”

I turned my head toward him, forcing a small, wry smile. “This?” I gestured toward the TV, where Adrian’s face still filled the screen. “This is nothing, Damien. Just a breeze. I’ve been through far worse, trust me.”

“Good,” he said, relief flickering across his face. He lowered himself into the chair opposite me, leaning forward slightly. “I’m glad you’re not letting this shake you. Because there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask, something that’s been stuck in my head. since we left the boat.”

I straightened a little, folding my arms across my chest. “Go ahead,” I said, voice steady. “I wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk back then, but I’m listening now.”

He lifted the tablet, tapping the screen. The image froze on Adrian, his jaw clenched, eyes cold as the officers guided him toward the waiting car. Damien’s finger hovered over the face.

“This man,” he said, glancing up at me, his brows knit in quiet confusion. “I recognized him from the auction. He was the last one bidding against you for that car, wasn’t he? And now I hear he’s your ex–husband?”

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Chapter 212

The air felt heavier in the room, as if my past had drifted in to stand between us. I drew in a slow breath, then nodded. Tedald quietly, my voice colder than I intended. “That was a long time ago. Adrian Westwood… was the man who tried to kill me

“He’s the reason! ran,” I continued, words falling out sharper now, edged with old pain that refused to die. The reason!

His words hung in the air, and for a second, I hesitated, feeling the faintest vulnerability stir inside me. But then I gave him a small, quiet nod of approval.

Damien leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Wait… so after he failed to kill you, he still went after your foster parents?”

“I’ll make sure he gets the punishment he deserves,” Damien said suddenly, his tone steely. “I’ll be the prosecutor, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t use his money or influence to slip out of this one.”

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