Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 33

CHAPTER 033

OLIVIA’S POV

“Hey, hey,” I said, tapping the reporter’s cheeks.

Her breathing was becoming more shallow by the second, and panic clawed at my chest. Damn it, where was the ambulance when you actually needed one? If help didn‘ t’come soon, she was going to die right here, right in my arms. My hands trembled as I pressed lightly against her shoulder, unsure of what to do.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

“Get up.” A man’s voice commanded.

I turned sharply to see Adrian standing over me, his expression unreadable.

“Wow, that’s the CEO of Westwood Industries.” Someone whispered in the crowd.

A suited man standing beside Adrian–one of his security, no doubt–raised his voice.

“Party’s over. You can all leave. The situation will be taken care of.”

At his words, the murmuring crowd hesitated for a moment before gradually dispersing. Camera flashes dimmed, and one by one, people walked away, either out of intimidation or curiosity satisfied. But not before I noticed some of them still recording, their phones subtly held at their sides.

Adrian stood there, watching me, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I looked up at him from where I was kneeling next to the unconscious reporter.

“I didn’t mean to,” I blurted out, my voice shaky. “She held on to me, and this happened.”

A slow smirk curled on Adrian’s lips.

“If that’s what you’re planning to tell the cops,” he said, his voice low and almost amused, “then you’re definitely going to jail.”

My breath caught in my throat. Jail.

My body went rigid at the word, and my hands instinctively clenched. No, no, no–l couldn’t go to jail. That wasn’t an option.

“That was a bit much, don’t you think?” he added, watching my reaction carefully.

“How was I supposed to know she would fall into the street?” I shot back, the panic still bubbling under my voice.

Adrian didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, tossing it lightly onto my lap as if this was nothing more than a minor

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“Let’s go,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Go where?” I asked, my throat dry.

CHAPTER 033

“If

you don’t want to end up behind bars, you’ll come with me,” he said simply.

I hesitated, my mind racing. I glanced over at Julian’s driver, who had been waiting beside the car this whole time. He met my gaze and gave me a slight nod before pulling out his phone, most likely calling Julian.

My hands trembled as I looked back down at the reporter. Her clothes were soaked in blood, her body eerily still.

“You don’t expect me to just leave her here in this condition,” I said, turning my attention back to Adrian.

But he didn’t even glance back. He simply turned on his heel and walked toward the convoy of black Cadillac escalade SUVs parked on the side of the road. His security team moved in sync with him, their presence alone making it clear that I had no real choice here.

I swallowed hard and looked back down at the woman one last time.

She needed help.

But so did I.

This world wasn’t kind to people like me–people caught in situations they didn’t ask for. I had already seen firsthand how easy it was for the truth to be twisted, and for villains to be made out of victims. If I stayed, I would only make things worse for myself.

Slowly, hesitantly, I placed the reporter’s head gently on the ground and pushed myself to my feet.

With every step away from her, a weight settled deeper in my chest.

I crossed the street, my legs feeling heavy, and stopped in front of one of the SUVs. A man in a black suit opened the door, and without another word, I slid into the leather seat beside Adrian.

I frowned. “Why did you want me to follow you?”

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