Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 336

The sun was rising over the eastern horizon, bathing the world in the soft gold of early morning.

Nestled in a lush green field surrounded by snowy peaks, jagged rocks, and winding streams, a handful of black tents stood pitched together. Not far off, dozens of sturdy cattle grazed and drank from the crystal-clear water, their breath visible in the chilly air.

White steam curled from pipes jutting out of the tent roofs, promising warmth inside.

A teenage boy, dressed in a deep red robe, darted from one tent to another, shouting cheerfully, "Mila! Come on, time for breakfast tea!"

Inside the tent, Mila-also wrapped in a crimson robe-looked up. Her gaze, unfocused just a moment before, found its way back to the present as the boy entered.

She took the steaming mug he handed her. The drink, creamy and rich, was something like sweet, milky tea. The first sip sent warmth cascading from her throat through her chilled limbs, driving away the lingering cold of the night.

Looking back, she realized just how lucky they'd been.

Last night, when they'd first seen the herd, she'd assumed they were wild cattle roaming the mountains. It wasn't until the herders approached that she understood these were domesticated animals. The herders had noticed thick smoke rising from the spot where her and Archie's jeep had crashed, and, fearing a fire, had come to investigate-despite the rain.

Their unexpected arrival had been a blessing. Thanks to the herders' kindness, she and her cousin had found shelter for the night.

Now, warmed by the tea, Mila felt life returning to her body.

tent, where a table groaned under the weight of a hearty breakfast-eggs, bread, and a fragrant, nourishing soup. They ate gratefully, then

to their

agreed to

reached town, they could plan the last

But...

the sturdy cattle, Mila pressed her fingertips to her temples. Lately, she'd been plagued by splitting headaches-and sometimes, faint echoes of weeping would ring through her mind. Where were those cries coming from? Lost

they were so bad she nearly passed out,

"It's better today," she

it wasn't as

Still...

confusion. Normally, altitude sickness

simply couldn't figure

this really

"Mila! Mila!"

red robe

my picture! Hurry,

capture the memory: riding cattle across the high plains in traditional dress,