Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 290

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?"

you want to hear it, of course I'd play. But tonight might not be possible. Maybe

Mila knew the truth. It wasn't just tonight—not

and covered in scars. She bit her

car pulled up to Bamboo

Howard to keep an eye on the child, and locked herself

she reappeared, her face was calm again, betraying

as usual, woke them gently when sleepwalking threatened

exactly as it had always been-unremarkable,

day, Mila quietly asked Howard to remove all the security personnel from the villa grounds. Then,

She went alone.

cover from a dressmaker's mannequin and

it herself for

point, 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

was

wedding band abandoned in the bedroom, a small robotic toy Lysander had given her on their wedding night,

table and sat down, staring at

had left from her marriage-so little

but a cruel

fetched a kitchen knife, setting it carefully on the

are things I need

time to end things with Lysander-once and

April 4th-Palm Sunday.

washed clean by a

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