Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 60

The bedroom looked just as it had the last time she was there. Some of the clothes she hadn't taken with her were still hanging in the closet. Picking up a couple of nightgowns, Mila headed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she peeled off the clothes stained with wine.

Her skin was naturally pale, with a soft blush of pink, and her figure was both slender and curvaceous. Under the opulent crystal lights, she seemed to glow with a moonlit radiance. But as she turned, that glow took on a more somber hue. Her delicate skin was easily marred; now her back was mottled with bruises, as was her right calf.

Mila gazed at her reflection, her lips pressed into a thin line.

This was Lysander's doing.

She had to remember. To never forget.

Ignoring the stinging pain, Mila washed herself, the steam causing a slight dizziness. She managed to slip into a comfortable, breathable nightgown.

The room was warm, thanks to the heating, so she wasn't cold.

On the bedside table sat an unopened tube of ointment, likely brought up by Harper.

With unsteady steps, she walked over and tossed the ointment into the trash. Leonard had bought it; she wouldn't use it, couldn't use it.

Rifling through the cabinet, she found some of the baby cream she hadn't finished.

used to stocking up on supplies. She hadn't

it would

told her to wait for him here tonight, Mila had no intention of

waited long enough in

to return, leaving a light on for him, tending to his clothes with care

longer

ready to go straight to sleep.

didn't matter when he

as she closed her eyes, the door swung

up to nudge the person

early today! You haven't been home for so

beautiful, delicate little boy in front of her, remembering how he'd said he missed her during their phone call a few days ago. It had been a while since they last saw each other, and her heart softened, though she was

don't you play by yourself, or maybe find Harper..."

with me in ages, haven't told me any stories, or tucked me in. You don't even kiss me anymore! You're not allowed to

saw him, she'd be so happy, showering him

had been playing wildly and frequently chatting with Giselle,

now that she was back, something felt

affectionate as she used to be, and Adrian instinctively felt

got upset, he needed to

had given Mr. Leonard