Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 128

ADRIAN

 It’s been over an hour since Olivia left with the cops to aid their investigation, and she still hasn’t returned.

 They’d assured me it wouldn’t take long—that it was just a quick interrogation—but now it’s dragging on endlessly. I should’ve known they were lying.

 This is all my fault.

 I should’ve seen this coming.

 I tried calling Olivia. Nothing. She wasn’t picking up. I sent her texts, but no response. My heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.

 To make things worse, I didn’t even know which police station they’d taken her to. I’d been so overwhelmed that I’d forgotten to ask.

 “What am I going to do now?” I asked aloud, my voice echoing off the empty walls. “I can’t just sit here while Olivia might be in danger.”

 I racked my brain, desperate for a solution, but no matter how hard I thought, nothing useful came to mind.

 I lost count of how many times I’d paced around the living room, anxiously waiting for Olivia to call me back.

 “Now this shit is getting real. This shouldn’t be happening,” I muttered, my mind spiraling into darker thoughts.

 Guilt clawed at my chest. I was already prepared to hate myself for the rest of my life if anything happened to Olivia. I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve gone with her. I’d had the perfect opportunity, and I let it slip away.

 The tension made me sweaty despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner.

 Suddenly, my phone rang from across the room.

 I bolted toward it without thinking, but in my rush, my foot slammed into the corner of the stool. Pain shot up my leg, and I stumbled, cursing under my breath.

 “Ouch! Damn it! How did I lose focus?”

 The pain was sharp, and for a few seconds, I could do nothing but clutch my throbbing foot, gritting my teeth. By the time I managed to limp toward the couch, the phone had stopped ringing.

 To my surprise, the call wasn’t from Olivia. It was from a strange number.

 “Argh!” I groaned in frustration, resisting the urge to hurl my phone against the wall.

 “I can’t believe I almost twisted my ankle for this,” I snapped, fuming. It hurt even more knowing there was no one around to absorb my rage.

 As I paced angrily, the same strange number called again.

 I hissed. “I’m not taking that. Olivia’s the only one I want to talk to right now.”

 Then, on second thought, I paused. Could it be Olivia, calling from a different number? It wasn’t impossible. She had suddenly become unreachable, and this wasn’t exactly a normal day.

 I waited, hoping the number would call back—and it did. This time, I didn’t ignore it. Slowly, I pressed the phone to my ear.

 “Hello? Who’s this? You’ve been calling me for a while now,” I said, my voice sharp.

 Silence.

 Two full minutes passed, and there was still no response.

 I pulled the phone away from my ear, checking to see if the call had dropped. No—it was still connected.

 “Can you speak up? I don’t have all day for this shit,” I snapped, losing patience fast.

 Nothing. Just breathing on the other end.

 My frustration boiled over. “Listen to me. I’m not playing this breathing competition with you. If you don’t speak right now, I’ll hang up, and trust me—you won’t get another chance to call me.”

 I meant every word.

 Finally, after a long pause, a female voice spoke. “Take a chill pill, Adrian.”

 I froze.

 She knew my name.

 The tension tightened in my chest, and my grip on the phone instinctively tightened.

 “Who are you? How do you know my name?” I stammered, thrown off. Suddenly, all the bravado I’d had evaporated.

 “Why’d you stop ranting?” she taunted, her voice laced with wicked amusement. “I thought you had everything under control. What changed?”

 She laughed—a cold, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine.

 Despite my earlier threat, I didn’t hang up. I was too focused on figuring out who she was.

 “How’s life treating Olivia?” she asked casually, as though we were old friends catching up. “I heard you’re in Paris with her. I guess her divorce from Cyril made you the happiest man on earth. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

 As she spoke, her voice triggered a memory. A familiar face popped into my head. At first, I dismissed it—I wasn’t exactly on friendly terms with the person I was thinking of—but the longer she talked, the more certain I became.

 I swallowed hard, trusting my gut despite the risk.

 “Rene?” I said cautiously. “Is that you? Reveal yourself if you’re not a coward.”

 It was a wild guess, but I was willing to take the gamble.

 There was a brief pause, then she laughed—a chilling, triumphant sound.

 “Now I see why Olivia’s so crazy about you. You’re a smart man, Adrian. Hahaha.”

 I clenched my jaw. My instincts had been right. It was Rene.

 “I should’ve known it was you,” I growled. “You evil bitch. What the fuck do you want from me? And how the hell did you get my number?”

 I was yelling now, my anger reaching dangerous levels.

 I could almost picture Rene standing in front of me, smirking. In my mind, I balled my fists, ready to land a punch on her smug, painted face.

 It made sense why she’d called from a hidden number—she’d been trying to mask her identity. But it didn’t matter. I’d figured it out anyway, even if the process had been rough.