Just finished Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband Novel - Chapter 223

ADRIAN'S POV Adrian ... Adrian ... Adrian ... I could hear the faint calling of my name in the background , like a distant echo barely piercing through the storm in my mind . But that didn't matter to me right now . My eyes were still glued to the screen , completely fixed on her , even though Olivia had finished talking a while ago . The clip was done , her voice no longer filled the room , but I couldn't pull myself away . It was like I was frozen , as if some invisible force had rooted me in place , refusing to let me look away .

In the past , when I had just married her , I used to take her to lots of business meetings , formal dinners , and high - profile conferences . And God , how I hated those days . Each time I brought her with me , I regretted it . Not because she was malicious or intentionally disruptive , but because she always ended up embarrassing me without even trying . At that time , she hadn't even learned how to hold a champagne glass properly . She would grip it awkwardly or too loosely and often ended up dropping it , making a scene .

Sometimes she'd bump into someone important or say something a bit too naïve for the room , drawing unwanted attention . Every moment felt like I was silently pleading for the evening to end . I remember standing beside her , forcing a smile . but internally wishing I had never brought her along . I saw her as clumsy , out of place , like she didn't belong in my world . But today ... Today she seemed different . The woman I was looking at now ... she didn't feel like the same Olivia . The way she held the champagne glass this time , with effortless grace .

The way she covered her mouth softly whenever she laughed . It wasn't forced or exaggerated , just subtle , refined , and elegant . Her posture stood out too . She hadn't slouched or bent for even a second . Since the camera first caught her on screen , she had stood tall and poised , as if she'd trained for this moment . She looked ... composed , polished , and beautiful . She looked like someone who belonged in that room . She looked so good . This was probably the fourth time I had thought about how amazing she looked the past five minutes , and yet I still couldn't get over it .

Looking at her now , I realized something strange . Twas actually glad she survived . Back then , in the chaos of everything that happened , I thought I'd be better off if I never saw her again . I thought her disappearance would mean peace for me . But now , watching her speak , smile , and laugh , I couldn't help but admit the truth : Olivia had always been a nice girl . Sweet , even . I was the one who had been blinded by hate and bitterness . She didn't deserve to die . She didn't deserve the pain I put her through . Look at how you've transformed yourself in five years .