Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 315

And then, there was that name-Mimi.

It sounded so familiar.

"What did you just call me?" she asked, dazed.

"Mimi," Forrest replied.

He let out a soft sigh, a shadow of sadness flickering across his otherwise striking features. "After all this time, you still don't remember me?"

Mimi?

Mila's face went blank as she stared at the man before her, really looking at him for the first time. Slowly, his delicate features began to blur and merge with the memory of a boy she hadn't seen in years.

It was the summer she turned twelve.

Her parents were strict and neglectful; there were days she barely had enough to eat. Her classmates had all started raising silkworms, but good mulberry leaves were hard to come by. So, Mila would sneak out to an abandoned factory near her house, climbing the old mulberry tree there to collect fresh leaves. She'd trade them to her classmates for a bit of pocket change or a few bites of candy- anything to curb her hunger and satisfy her cravings, if only a little.

ancient mulberry tree in that deserted factory

muffled sound of someone crying. Curious, she leaned out for a better look—and

on top of

filtering through the branches, she saw the face of a boy in

was even more handsome than the heroes on TV. For a

up in his eyes. Mila panicked, worried she'd hurt him. What if his parents came and blamed her? Being

hair, trying to look wild and silly. Then, imitating the monkey king from her favorite cartoon, she bounced on her toes and called

skinny, shabby little girl before him, jumping and grinning in the sunlight, doing her best

the monkey king himself had really come

left behind at his grandmother's house, the boy had felt lost and alone. But that day, he suddenly found himself

Mila grinned too, bouncing

under the old mulberry tree in the abandoned

Mila adored him.

saw him, she knew she'd get to eat her fill-and

with all good things, it ended too soon. When summer vacation was over, the boy vanished without

for