Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 328

Thunderclouds pressed low as rain battered the earth in sheets.

A narrow mountain road twisted along the hillside, slick with water. High above, boulders the size of cars broke free and thundered down, crashing into the raging river below and sending up towering plumes of spray.

Through the blur of rain and flying water, two tiny specks—just a car—fought its way up the mountainside, tossed about like a leaf in a storm. Frail and powerless against the chaos, yet desperately clinging to life.

Shards of rock slammed against the car's roof and hood, louder than the drumming rain.

Mila pressed herself back into her seat, fists clenched, fighting to stifle a scream. The last thing she wanted was to distract Archie, who hunched over the wheel, his knuckles white.

More than once, the car skidded, tires shrieking perilously close to the guardrail, the river a deadly drop below.

A spiderweb of cracks spread across the windshield.

Between the rain and falling debris, Archie could barely see, but he guessed the solid ground couldn't be far. He floored the gas pedal.

Suddenly, a boulder-taller than a man-crashed from the cliff above, scraping along the rear of the car. The back window shattered with a deafening bang, and the car slewed sideways, tires losing purchase. For a split second, Mila felt the car lift, almost suspended above the churning water.

One more violent gust and they'd be swept right into the river.

Her heart pounded in her throat.

This is it.

Memories flashed through her mind— faces, moments, regrets. But as the world spun, only one desperate thought remained: Is this really

dreams left

all

No I'm not ready!

slammed the accelerator. The engine

them, the road vanished under

ground, but the car was out of control, skidding wildly. The brakes

the place was deserted-no one else to

and Archie gave up on fighting the wheel. Instead, they ducked down, arms over their heads, curling up

to do

CRASH!

explosion rocked them, the front of the car crumpling into the rocks. Her head was ringing, about to

the pain, Mila shoved the still-dazed Archie beside her and reached for the

gave up on the doors and scrambled toward the back. The rear window

squeezed out, heedless of the glass that sliced their hands, and stumbled away, holding each other up as they half-ran, half-fell

mangled hood. The relentless rain had saved them. Still, not taking

knife-edge

terror still clinging to her. Then, from beside her, laughter erupted-Archie, laughing so hard his battered face shone

breath gave out, then looked up through the rain cascading off the