Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 7

CHAPTER 007

ADRIAN’S POV

I stepped out of the shower, letting the cool air from the bathroom vent brush against my damp skin. Steam curled in the air, lingering like the weight on my chest. I reached for a towel, running it over my face before wrapping it around my waist.

The soft hum of my phone vibrating against the nightstand caught my attention. Another notification. Another missed call.

I already knew who it was. The hospital.

They had been relentless since yesterday – calls, voicemails, texts. It was beginning to get on my nerves.

I knew what they wanted. I just didn’t care.

Last night, my phone had buzzed against my desk, interrupting the silence of my office. I had been lost in work, papers spread out in front of me, my mind occupied with contracts and figures. When I glanced at the screen, I saw Olivia’s name flashing.

I let it ring. Then again. And again.

A part of me had been curious. Would she beg? Apologize? Try to manipulate me into feeling sorry for her.

But when I finally answered, the voice that greeted me wasn’t hers.

“Hello, good evening. Am I speaking with Mr. Adrian?” A woman’s voice sounded, soft, professional, unfamiliar.

My brows furrowed. “Who is this? Why are you calling me from Olivia’s phone?”

“I’m a nurse from Cure Clinic Renewal Hospital. I used your wife’s phone to call you and inform you that she has been in a minor accident.”

Accident.

My grip on the phone tightened. “And?”

“She lost her baby.”

Everything froze.

Baby? Olivia was pregnant? A bitter laugh had almost escaped my lips. So she had been carrying my child all this time, and I never even knew. Had she planned to tell me?

Or was she waiting for the perfect moment to use it as leverage?

The nurse’s voice had cut through my thoughts. “Sir, are you there?”

“Yes.” My voice was colder than I intended.

“I’ll be sending you the hospital address…”

“Don’t bother.”

CHAPTER 007

There was a brief pause. “Sir?”

“I’m not coming.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “But, sir…”

I had ended the call before she could finish. I didn’t need to hear anything else.

The morning light streamed through the window as I finished dressing. A crisp white button–up, tailored slacks, polished shoes. A picture of control. I adjusted my cufflinks, straightening my collar before grabbing my watch from the nightstand.

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