Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 323

A suffocating sense of dread filled the air.

Gaye recoiled, her neck shrinking into her shoulders, her earlier outburst dissolving into quiet, hiccuping sobs.

Mila said nothing. She forced a strained smile onto her face, trying to keep things calm as all eyes bore down on her. Gripping her mother's arm, she steered the woman out of the school.

She couldn't let Gaye cause another scene here.

Once outside the school gates, Mila realized it wasn't just her mother who had come for her. Her father, Simon Sutherland, and her uncle were there too.

It was obvious they hadn't come with good intentions.

Ignoring Gaye's complaints about booking a hotel, Mila instead reserved a private dining room at a nearby restaurant and led them all there.

She and Gaye arrived first.

The moment they stepped inside, Gaye clung to her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Mila, after all these years with no word from you, I thought I'd lost you-l cried myself to sleep every night. Now that I see you're doing so well, I can finally rest easy."

She looked the picture of motherly affection, as if she hadn't just been threatening to kill herself and blaming her daughter back at the school.

Mila yanked her hand away, her voice cold. "Cut the act. Don't pretend to care- it's disgusting."

mother like that? I went through so much to bring you into this world and raise you, and instead of being grateful, you insult me?" Gaye's voice cracked as she started

Gave birth to me? Raised

run away, she'd have starved or been beaten to death by now-or worse, sold

Gaye's eyes flickered with calculation. She reached out to stroke Mila's yellow winter

life out here, aren't you? Why didn't you ever come home to tell us, let us stop worrying? You don't know

Mila shoved her away.

turned and wailed just as a middle-aged

all these years, she's turned ungrateful-she even

need a lesson. Forgot how

jerked away, but his

It stung like fire.

sharp as knives. The room spun; nausea

came back to herself-just in time to feel her scalp

her fingers over the fabric. Her eyes drifted to Mila's jacket, clearly wanting to take that

Mila dodged.

she hadn't counted on her youngest uncle-her mother's little brother- walking in just then. As soon as he saw her,

grown up

foot. As he howled in pain, she snatched a

blood oozed from

ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger, the bloodied shard aimed squarely at the furious

"Don't bother pretending. I know exactly what you all