Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 329

"We've been through life and death together-now we're bound, for better or worse."

Mila froze.

Teenagers always had a knack for saying the most unexpected things. Yet Mila found herself swept up by his wild, exuberant spirit, unable to resist its infectious energy. Fighting off a pounding headache, she slowly got to her feet, raised her right hand in a fist, and lightly tapped her arm against his. She couldn't help but smile.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Partners for life!" he declared.

They were bonded-survivors together.

That strange, electric connection-the collision of two souls-cleared away the heavy fog in Mila's heart. In its place, a rush of fierce, vivid emotion surged through her, setting her nerves alight.

Adrenaline. Camaraderie. A sense of belonging...

Maybe all of it at once.

But none of that mattered now. They stood together in the middle of nowhere, rain lashing down outside, no rescue in sight, their supplies ruined-utterly alone and desperate.

And yet they were laughing.

Laughing out loud.

their souls vibrated in

headache finally overwhelmed her. Searing pain split her skull; everything

As she fell,

something echoing in

A remote country house.

the center. The covers were bunched tightly

was restless. Tears glittered at the corners of her eyes, her brows knotted

She gasped for air.

metallic rattle sounded as she moved. Looking down, she saw the delicate gold cuff locked around her pale ankle-a thin chain trailing from it

as she made her

long enough to let her move around a portion of the suite, but never out of

her own pale, striking reflection in the mirror, a bitter smile tugging at her

here. It had been over a week. Her phone was gone. She couldn't contact

she saw

been this bad. But after she'd fought to escape the first night, she'd woken to find herself locked in, not

suddenly noticed a figure appear in the mirror. Before she could react, strong hands pinned her against

"You're awake."

voice was husky, words brushing hot against

bed every night-Mila

Instinctively, she tried to push him away, arms bent

by the waist, setting her on

his arms, raining soft, burning kisses