Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 337

In the car, Archie noticed Mila's face was pinched in discomfort, her brows drawn tight. He could tell she was battling a headache again. Leaning over, he murmured softly, “Mila, if you're not feeling well, try to get some sleep. I'll keep an eye out."

Mila nodded faintly.

After a moment's hesitation, she took a deep breath of oxygen, but the pain lingered. Giving in, she closed her eyes and slipped into restless dreams.

A vague sense of dread crept in.

Somewhere in the dark, the faint clink of chains echoed, along with a girl's barely audible murmur.

"It's so dark... didn't anyone turn on the lights?"

Mila groped blindly through the blackness. The chain around her ankle rattled with every hesitant step. She felt disoriented, still not fully awake.

Ever since she'd moved into the manor, Lysander's relentless demands-at all hours, in any place—had destroyed her sleep cycle. Day and night blurred together until she could barely tell them apart.

She assumed it was night now.

But after a bit of fumbling for a light switch, Mila noticed something felt off. The room's layout didn't make sense. Gradually, she came to her senses.

This darkness wasn't normal.

It was absolute-so deep she couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face.

walking for ages and hadn't bumped into anything. The place felt empty. Nothing but her-no

What's going on?

Am I blind?

this

washed over her, her breathing quickening. She began stumbling around, the chain rattling loudly in

there? Why aren't the lights

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

What are you trying to

voice had risen to

No one answered.

inch of the space-nothing but emptiness. Not even a door. It was as if she was trapped in a box, walled in on

Locked away in darkness.

couldn't see

her own voice and the relentless jangle of the chain, even her heartbeat sounded thunderous

Nothing else.

raw and hoarse. Hunger gnawed at her, but no one came. The silence was suffocating- she was utterly

Time lost all meaning.

faintest of sounds- someone approaching, silent as a shadow. A sharp prick in her arm, a needle sliding in. She felt a rush of liquid entering her

person. Summoning her last reserves, she forced herself upright, ignoring the needle still stuck in

"Who... are... you?"

jumped, clearly startled to find her awake, and jerked free, fleeing

after them, but she was too weak. She collapsed, watching helplessly as a faint sliver