Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 297

A heavy night blanketed the world.

On the empty stretch of highway, a lone service station glowed-its lights a bright oasis in the darkness. Clusters of cars were already parked outside, and people moved in and out, lending the place a surprising liveliness for such a late hour.

Soon, a black SUV pulled up.

Archie hopped out, hustled inside, and returned minutes later with a thermos full of hot water and a bag of takeout.

"Dinner and medicine, Mila."

"...Thanks."

Mila didn't bother correcting him about calling her "Mila" anymore. She'd realized by now that Archie was the type to do as he pleased-he might promise to change, but would always slip back into old habits the next minute. Honestly, she was too tired to care. Let him call her whatever he wanted; it wasn't worth the trouble.

An uneasy silence settled inside the car.

Midway through eating, Mila noticed Archie kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. After the third or fourth time, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What's up?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

out, "Mila, when we were driving earlier...

she woke up-so shaken, so upset-had

into it. She brushed him off. "Yeah. Bad dream. Ghosts and all that. Gave

"Huh?"

blinked, surprised, then gave his chest a hearty thump. "Don't worry, Mila. I'm tough. No ghost would

earnest, so young, still

up in thick blankets they'd bought from a village shop,

out as best he could. Mila curled up on the backseat, but no matter how she adjusted, she couldn't find peace. Her sleep was restless, her

...

Mila was nineteen, her hope-filled vision of love

between their worlds, their backgrounds, their social classes, was one she could

replaying Lysander's words in her mind, letting them gnaw at her until her grades slipped, dropping

her old life? Why she'd worked so hard to

like most people. She didn't have the luxury

fled a suffocating home, clawed her way into Northpoint, scraped by on

shot at changing her life was through the knowledge and opportunities Northpoint could

She'd won competitions, earned awards. If she could

financially secure could she even

a normal life. One she could earn with hard