Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 67

CHAPTER 067

ADRIAN’S POV

I took a deep breath as I positioned myself for what I was about to do. Closing my eyes, I filtered out all the negative thoughts and noise crowding my mind. I let my heartbeat

slow, focusing only on slow, focusing only on the present moment. The breeze brushed lightly against my face, carrying with it the scent of grass and earth. Slowly, I opened my eyes, feeling more prepared than ever.

I tightened my grip on the golf club, adjusting my posture until it felt just right. Then, without hesitation, I swung the club, connecting with the ball cleanly. I watched it fly into the sky, rising higher and higher. My aim was clear: I was going for a hole–in–one, hoping to end this round spectacularly.

I raised my hand over my forehead, shielding my eyes from the bright sun as I tracked the ball’s flight. It flew beautifully, arcing through the air toward the hole. For al moment, my heart lifted with hope. Maybe, just maybe, this would be it.

But then the ball descended, hitting the ground and rolling so close to the hole before coming to a stop just beside it.

“Damn,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible.

“Tough luck, let me show you how it’s done,” James said with a grin as he stepped forward, placing another ball on the field with practiced ease.

Both of us were dressed in typical golf attire–comfortable shorts, collared shirts, and matching bands shielding our faces from the sun. We probably looked like two rich executives with too much time on our hands, which, at this rare moment, wasn’t far from the truth.

I had come here just a few minutes ago, after wrapping up a long and exhausting day at the company. James had decided to join me, claiming he needed a break from his own responsibilities. Not that I minded; the company always added a bit of competition to the game.

We had made a bet earlier to make things more interesting. The first person to reach five points would win not only the game but also the wager. It wasn’t about the money, though we both had more than enough of that. It was about pride, bragging rights, and the satisfaction of coming out on top.

Even though I hadn’t landed the hole–in–one, I still had a chance to finish this hole in under two strokes, which would give me a solid three–point lead. Unless James somehow managed to pull off a miracle and match my performance, which I seriously doubted. After all, I was the one who had introduced him to this sport in the first place.

I watched closely as James took his stance. Right away, I could tell his positioning was off. His grip on the club wasn’t firm enough, and his footing lacked the stability needed for a powerful stroke. Still, his swing wasn’t terrible–better than I had

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expected. He connected with the ball cleanly, and it shot forward.

The ball flew across the field, but it didn’t have the same arc or distance as mine. It landed a fair distance away from the hole, not terrible but far from impressive.

I could tell he wasn’t ready to give up yet. If anything, my teasing only fueled his resolve.

As we prepared, I allowed my gaze to drift across the golf course. It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, a brilliant blue canvas stretched overhead, with only a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily by. The sunlight filtered through the trees lining the course, casting dappled shadows across the neatly trimmed grass.

Moments like this reminded me why I loved this game so much. It wasn’t just about competition–it was about the calm, the strategy, the precision required to succeed. It gave me a rare chance to clear my mind and focus entirely on something simple and pure.

“shit.” I heard James‘ voice say

“Show me how it’s done?” I let out a small scoff as it was my turn to go next.

“even after all this time your positioning is still horrible,” I said to him as we walked over to where our golf balls were.

“I had an itch, you just got lucky,” James said, trying to cover up for his mistake. “yeah let’s keep believing that,” I said to him mockingly.

I would have gone straight back but I needed to clear my head from what was going on, Olivia snooping around, well she wouldn’t be able to do that anymore because I locked my library, let’s just see you snooping around now.

Why was she crying?

“What’s wrong,” I said as I placed the phone back to my ear.

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