Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 82

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OLIVIA’S POV

As we walked up the path toward the main building, I stole a glance at Julian. He looked completely zoned out–lost in another world entirely. His brows were furrowed just slightly, his jaw tight like he was biting back thoughts he couldn’t voice out loud.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” I whispered, nudging him lightly with my elbow. “Still waiting, strategist.”

Julian exhaled slowly, eyes still ahead. “We should probably just tell her the truth,” he muttered.

I froze for a second before catching up to him. “Seriously?” I whispered harshly. “I thought you were the genius planner here. I’ve considered telling the truth too, believe me, but what if she doesn’t buy it? What if she kicks us out–and bans us for good? If that happens, we lose everything. No access. No chance of digging up anything.”

Julian didn’t argue. He just rubbed the back of his neck and sighed again. “We’re cornered here… I got nothing.”

That admission hit harder than it should have. If Julian didn’t have a plan, then we were officially improvising in dangerous territory.

We stepped into the building. The woman who had met us at the gate walked briskly ahead, guiding us down a long, dim hallway. Her heels echoed softly against the old floor. It smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and something else.

She stopped in front of a small door and opened it, giving a polite, tight–lipped smile. ” Please, have a seat while I go get the forms.” She said gesturing for us to enter

Then, without another word, she left and shut the door behind her.

The office was… outdated, to put it kindly. The furniture looked like it had survived at least two decades of wear, and the blinds on the lone window were slightly bent. A rickety fan rotated lazily on the ceiling, more decorative than useful.

I sighed and pulled out a chair. “If you didn’t have a follow–up plan, I don’t think it was a good idea to say we were here to adopt at the gate,” I said, trying to keep my irritation in check. “We should have come up with another way in.”

Julian shrugged as he sat beside me. “Honestly? I didn’t even think it would work. I just… said it. Wasn’t really expecting to get this far.”

I gave him a sideways look. “Well, since we’re already this deep, we might as well ride. it through and pray she doesn’t kiss out”

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“Hopefully,” he repeated, but he ad…ed.

There was a pause, and I took another look at him. His shoulders were tense. His fingers drummed lightly on the arm of the chair. That faraway look hadn’t completely

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left his face.

“Before we came in,” I began softly, “you looked lost in thought. Is finding the rest of them getting to you that much? Or… is it something else?”

He hesitated, then gave a half–smile. “Nah, not really. I mean, we’ve already found two of them. It’s just the last piece left now–the reporter you allegedly killed.” He made air quotes with his fingers as he said the word, casting a smirk in my direction.

I rolled my eyes. “Allegedly, huh? You make it sound like I’m some kind of black widow.” Julian chuckled but then grew serious again. “That’s where the problem lies though. The two we’ve got? They’re too loyal. Days in a locked room, barely any light or food, and they still won’t talk.”

Neaned forward, clasping my hands together. “Maybe it’s not just time they need. Maybe they need… fear. A real threat. Something that’ll crack that shell.”

Julian nodded slowly, “I was thinking the same thing. I need to scare them–make them believe this is their last chance. I’m just trying to think of something… believable and terrifying enough to get through to them.”

“That shouldn’t be difficult,” I said, smirking slightly, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. Julian, however, didn’t laugh like I expected. He was still distracted, his eyes lingering on the closed door in front of us.

“If that wasn’t what was troubling you outside, then what was?” I asked again, softening my tone a bit.

A small smile crept up on his face. “As much as I stress her out, she’d never go that far. I’m all she’s got. It wasn’t anything too serious, really. Don’t worry.”

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