Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 26

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ADRIAN’S POV

Inside the spacious om, I moved closer, my steps slow and hesitant. My mother sat

by the window, her back slightly hunched, shoulders trembling. The dim light from outside cast a soft glow on her figure, highlighting the way she clutched our family photo to her chest.

I knelt beside her, my heart pounding. “Mom, talk to me.”

She didn’t react immediately, only tightening her grip on the photo. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Then, finally, in a voice so quiet it barely reached me, she whispered, “They took everything from us.”

Confusion knitted my brows. “Who?” I asked, searching her face for answers.

She didn’t reply. Instead, her hand moved, slowly reaching for something beneath the folds of her dress. I watched in growing dread as she pulled out a cold, metallic object. The moment I realized what it was, my breath caught in my throat.

A gun.

I jerked back, my body tensing. “Mom?” My voice barely came out. “What are you doing with that?”

She stared at the weapon in her hands as if mesmerized, her fingers tracing over the barrel. Her breaths came out shaky, uneven.

“How could I ever recover from this?” she murmured to herself as if I weren’t even there. “I… I can’t.”

Panic surged through me. My hands clenched at my sides, my mind racing for a way to stop this.

“Why are you talking like this, Mom? Put the gun down so we can talk, okay?” I kept my voice as calm as possible, even though my heart felt like it was going to rip through my chest.

But she didn’t seem to hear me. She flicked off the safety, and the soft click sent a jolt of terror through my spine.

“Jack!” I yelled, my voice desperate. I needed our butler, anyone, to come and help. My mother lifted the gun, pressing the cold barrel against her temple.

I swallowed, forcing my body to move toward her. “Mom, if this is some kind of joke, it‘ s not funny,” I said, trying to mask my fear.

At last, she looked at me. Her eyes, usually so full of warmth, were drowning in sorrow, Tears streamed down her face, but she smiled–a small, broken smile that shattered

A horrifying realization hit me. She wasn’t coming back from this.

“Mom, wai…”

BANG.

The gunshot echoed in the room, deafening. The sound slammed into me like a physical blow, and my whole body froze.

For a moment, everything stopped. My cars rang. My mind refused to process what had just happened.

I watched, paralyzed, as the gun slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. Her body slumped, her head tilting lifelessly to the side.

A strangled breath left my lips.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real..

My mother–my only family–was gone.

“Mom?” My voice cracked as I reached for her, grabbing her cold, lifeless hands. They didn’t squeeze back.

I stared into her now–empty eyes, the warmth draining from them as blood seeped

in

from the wo her head.

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