Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 282

The fog lifted.

Suddenly, everything became clear-clearer than it had ever been.

Two hours later.

Howard had been waiting outside the entire time, growing more anxious as the minutes ticked by and no one emerged. Just as he finally decided to push open the door, it swung inward from the other side.

Mila staggered out, her face ashen and her eyes vacant, on the verge of collapse. Howard rushed forward, catching her before she could fall.

"Ms. Sutherland? Ms. Sutherland?"

The sound of her name seemed to reach Mila through a haze. She tried to answer, but the world spun, darkness closing in, and she crumpled in his arms.

"Ms. Sutherland! Ms. Sutherland!"

Panic flickered across Howard's face as he gathered her up and hurried outside. The doctor later said she'd fainted from sitting too long, combined with emotional shock. On the drive to the hospital, Mila regained consciousness halfway there.

She insisted the driver turn the car around and head back to Bamboo Grove.

"I'm fine just a little low blood sugar," she explained, managing a faint smile. "I just need to rest. No need for the hospital."

After reassuring Forrest over the phone, Mila hesitated for a long moment before finally broaching what was really on her mind.

"Forrest, could you... play the piano for me tonight?"

want to

the truth. It wasn't just tonight—not

in scars. She bit her lip,

car pulled up to Bamboo

on the child, and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't

time she reappeared, her

what had happened. She tucked the child into bed as usual, woke them gently when

was exactly as it

Mila quietly asked Howard to remove all the security personnel from the villa grounds. Then, without a word

She went alone.

Mila pulled the cloth cover from a dressmaker's

had designed and sewn it herself

she'd thought about destroying the suit when their divorce proceedings began. But after three grueling months of work, she couldn't bring herself to do it, and

was no

in the bedroom, a small robotic toy Lysander had given her on their wedding night, and a stack of documents and

piece, she arranged them on the table

she had left from her marriage-so little it was almost laughable, just like the

nothing but a

to the kitchenette, and fetched a kitchen knife, setting it carefully on the table. Then she sent a message to Lysander, including the

here waiting for you. There are things I need

was time to end things

April 4th-Palm Sunday.

green buds, the world washed clean by a gentle spring