Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 32

CHAPTER 032

OLIVIA’S POV

I sat there staring at the picture in front of me, my fingers tightening around the edges. of the table. How did he get this? Was someone watching me even at Julian’s place? The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“Olivia. Olivia,” Adrian’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I lifted my gaze to meet his piercing eyes, which held a hint of amusement as if he had already won some twisted game I didn’t even know I was playing.

“Did you honestly think I didn’t know you were staying with Julian?” he asked, his voice smooth yet laced with underlying authority.

I swallowed hard. Of course, I should’ve known he’d find out. He always did.

“I thought I told you to stay away from him.” His voice was casual, but the

possessiveness behind it was unmistakable.

Confusion flickered across my face before frustration settled in. “Let me get this straight–you’re allowed to see other women, but I can’t even be around another man?” I shot back.

Adrian raised his hand slightly, and my eyes followed as he twisted the silver wedding ring on his finger. “You’re a married woman, Olivia. Do you know what people would think if this got out?”

I scoffed at his hypocrisy. “Oh, I guess you didn’t think about that when you brought that whore into our bedroom.”

His jaw twitched slightly, but he quickly masked his anger with a small, amused smile.” Why are you trying to make me the bad guy? I’m trying to fix things, Olivia. I’m trying to bring us back together.”

I exhaled sharply, my patience wearing thin. “And 1 told you, I’m no longer interested.” I grabbed my purse and pushed my chair back, standing abruptly.

Adrian leaned back in his seat, watching me with a calm expression.

“Since that’s all you called me here for, I’m leaving,” I said. “And if I see you anywhere near me, I’ll go straight to the police.”

I expected some sort of reaction from him, maybe even an attempt to stop me, but he just sat there and took another sip of his wine, his lips curling into an almost smug smile.

I turned and walked toward the e

Successfully unlocked! Successfully

fully unlocked against the sleek floor. The moment I reached the door, I hesitated. Somoy Dout how easily he let me go didn‘ t sit right with me. I glanced back over my shoulder.

Adrian met my gaze and gave me a small, taunting wave.

CHAPTER 032

My stomach churned uneasily.

Ignoring the nagging feeling, I pushed open the door, stepping into the crisp night air.

And that’s when I saw them.

Reporters.

A lot of them.

Dozens of flashing camera lights immediately blinded me, and the roar of voices filled the once–quiet street.

I froze.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to process what was happening. How did they know I was here?

Questions bombarded me from every direction.

“Mrs. Westwood, can you comment on the rumors of your affair?”

“Is it true that you’ve been living with another man?”

“Why did you leave your husband? Was there abuse?”

My eyes darted across the sea of faces, trying to find an escape, but the press had me boxed in. I pushed forward, keeping my head low as I made my way through the mob.

“Mrs, Westwood, how do you explain this photo taken just minutes ago?”

At the mention of a photo, my breath caught in my throat..

I turned to see the reporter’s phone screen, and my stomach dropped.

It was the same picture Adrian had shown me–the one of Julian and me hugging.

But this time, it wasn’t just a private threat. It was everywhere.

My pulse quickened. How? He had shown me that picture barely minutes ago. How had it spread to the media so fast?

“Mrs. Westwood, do you have anything to say about this?”

I clenched my jaw and turned away, forcing my way toward Julian’s car. I needed to get out of here. I needed to warn him. We needed a plan.

But the reporters weren’t giving up easily.

One of them a woman in her mid–thirties with sharp eyes–was especially persistent. She trailed close behind, shoving her microphone toward me.

“Mrs. Westwood, why are you avoiding our questions? Do you deny the allegations of infidelity?”

I ignored her, picking up my pace.

The driver saw me coming and opened the car door.

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