Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 90

CHAPTER 090

JULIAN’S POV

“Where… where did you find this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper,

disbelieving what I was seeing on the screen.

One of the investigators turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow. “Are you surprised to see the video you asked us to track down? That’s Mrs. Olivia, plain as day. We event pulled up footage from other angles before she was brought into the orphanage.”

My eyes stayed glued to the monitor, but my mind was spiraling. That wasn’t Olivia… no. It couldn’t be. That had to be some kind of mistake or a sick coincidence. Because the girl I saw in that video–the one walking alone, confused, and eventually led into the orphanage wasn’t just Olivia.

She was my sister.

The girl who went missing years ago. My baby sister. It had been nearly two decades. and yet I could never forget her face. Her wide, curious eyes. Her favorite hairstyle. The way she always insisted on wearing that ridiculous pair of glitter–covered sneakers that lit up when she walked.

And the girl in the video had all of them. Same hairstyle. Same shoes. Same floral dress with the faded cartoon character print. Unless my eyes were playing a cruel trick. on me, this wasn’t just a resemblance. This was her.

I took a shaky step back, trying to steady myself as the weight of realization started crashing down on me. My pulse thundered in my ears, and I could barely hear anything around me.

No. I was overthinking. That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible.

My fingers trembled as I pulled out my phone. I quickly opened the old family photo album I kept stored away, hidden deep in my gallery. After a few frantic scrolls, I stopped on one picture–one I had tried not to look at too often because it brought back too much pain.

It was the last family photo we took together.

There we were–Mom, Dad, me, and Olivia–smiling in front of the amusement park gates. Olivia had insisted on wearing that floral dress, even though Mom thought it was too chilly. She had a juice box in one hand and her favorite pink bunny toy clutched in the other. My arm was draped protectively over her small shoulders.

And then… she was gone.

The same dress. The same day.

Successfully unlocked!

Even though I tried to deny the possibility, tried to convince myself it was just a cruel coincidence–everything pointed to the truth. A truth I had buried for years.

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