Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 126

OLIVIA

 "What happened, Olivia? I just heard you scream from inside," Adrian said, rushing to embrace me.

 His eyes darted around the living room, scanning for any sign of danger before he turned his attention back to me and grabbed my phone.

 “Kate called you? What did she say? Does this have anything to do with the screaming?”

 I didn’t even know where to start explaining to Adrian. I had a feeling he wouldn’t pay much attention, especially since Cyril was his rival.

 "Rene is planning to kill Cyril and take over the company. Kate just called to inform me," I finally summoned the courage to say.

 "What? That’s insane!" Adrian screamed at the top of his lungs.

 That was exactly how I had reacted when I first found out.

 I moved closer to Adrian and held him. "We need to stop Rene. She mustn't succeed."

 I suggested traveling back to New York to warn Cyril about the impending danger, but Adrian immediately objected. "No, that’s not going to happen. You can reach out to him over the phone. Send a text, voicemail, or something."

 Deep down, I knew Adrian was a bit too skeptical about the plot to eliminate Cyril. Perhaps he thought it was all a setup—some elaborate scheme for Cyril to lure me back to New York for his own reasons.

 "Fine! I’ll do that," I agreed to Adrian’s suggestion.

 It dawned on me that no matter how hard I tried, Adrian was never going to let me travel back to New York just to save someone’s life. He cared about me more than anything else in the world.

 I called Cyril over and over, but he never picked up.

 I sent him messages on every social media platform I could think of, only to realize he hadn’t been online in the past 24 hours.

 Pulling the phone away from my ear, I panicked. “He’s not answering my calls or replying to my texts. What do we do now?”

 “Try calling his residence,” Adrian said, staying calm. “Maybe we’ll get a better response.”

 I followed his advice, but when someone finally answered, it was a voicemail saying Cyril had gone on vacation and wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

 I held my chest and sighed. "This sounds promising. At least I know he’s in safe hands."

 I texted Cyril and urged him to be safe.

 I also warned him to stay alert to the potential dangers hovering around him.

 I tried to keep my text elementary and less controversial since I had no clear evidence that Rene was planning to have Cyril eliminated.

 "Cyril is safe. I guess you're happy now?" Adrian smiled.

 He gave me a warm embrace and kissed my forehead to calm my nerves.

 It was exactly what I needed at that moment—just when it felt like my head was pounding.

 Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door, leaving both of us full of questions.

 I pulled myself away from Adrian. "Someone's at the door. Who could that be?"

 "I wouldn’t know. This is your apartment. Are you expecting anyone?" Adrian asked.

 I couldn’t respond immediately because I wasn’t sure of my answer.

 The only person I could have imagined was Kate, my assistant.

 But since she had returned to New York City, I didn’t see any possibility of her showing up without prior notice.

 "Don’t worry, I’ll get the door. You just stand back," Adrian told me.

 Looking around, he grabbed a vase and crept toward the door in slow, deliberate motion.

 "Come inside. The door’s open," Adrian called out to whoever was knocking while he hid behind the door, ready to strike if needed.

 Two men walked in, glancing around.

 To our surprise, it wasn’t a masked intruder as we had imagined.

 Instead, it was the cops.

 The tension kept rising. I couldn’t say for sure what the cops were doing in my apartment.

 As they approached me, Adrian hurriedly set the vase down on the ground. He didn’t want to give the cops a bad impression on their first visit.

 “Good morning, ma’am. Are you Ms. Olivia?” one of the officers asked after flashing his identity card.

 “Well, it depends on what you’re here for,” I responded with an awkward glance, careful not to say anything that could get me in trouble.

 “I understand your fear, but trust me, there’s nothing to be scared of. We just need to confirm your identity before we proceed,” one of them clarified, his tone calm but firm.

 His words reassured me slightly—they didn’t seem like they had come to arrest me.

 Adrian gave me a subtle signal to speak. With his gaze, I felt reassured that nothing bad was going to happen.

 “Alright. I’m Olivia. Is there a problem?” I finally responded, trying to keep my hopes high.

 “Your ex-husband was involved in a fatal accident. As we speak, he’s in a coma, fighting for his life,” the officer revealed.

 I felt like I died a thousand times upon hearing the devastating news.

 My mind immediately raced to Rene—I had every reason to believe she was behind this. After all, it had always been her dream to take over the company.

 I broke down in tears and collapsed onto Adrian’s chest as he wrapped his arms around me, trying to console me.

 The day had barely started, and I was already drowning in endless drama.

 “I don’t understand,” Adrian said, breaking the silence. “What does this have to do with Olivia? Cyril is her ex-husband.”

 I hadn’t even thought to ask that question—I was too overwhelmed by everything else.

 The officer stepped forward. “Since you’re a key witness in this case, we need you to come down to the station.”

 As he reached for me, Adrian immediately stepped between us.

 “Get your hands off her,” he growled. “Why does this feel like an arrest?”

 The officer chuckled. “It’s not an arrest, sir. We’re just doing our job. I suggest you step aside.”

 “Now, this is unacceptable,” I snapped, stepping forward. “You can’t just walk into my apartment and drag me off to the station for something I had nothing to do with! I’ve been in Paris for months. How the hell could I be involved in this?”

 I was furious now, the fear morphing into rage. I’d seen situations like this play out in movies—and I knew one thing for sure: no one gets “invited” to the station and comes out right away.

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