Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 339

She yearned for him to appear again.

He was the only one who could save her.

After that, the warm light returned more and more often.

Every time it appeared, Lysander would draw a little closer. Step by step, under Mila's increasingly desperate gaze, he approached-closer and closer-until finally, he stood right in front of her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Mila threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face against his, soaking up the warmth and the solid feel of a living, breathing body.

A real person.

She was no longer alone.

The touch sent shivers of relief and joy through her, bringing her to tears. She sobbed, "Say something. Please, Lysander, say something..."

She longed to hear his voice.

Lysander gazed at her quietly, then finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Do you love me?"

The girl who had been clinging to him, kissing his face, running her hands over him-froze. Her eyes went blank with confusion, pain shot through her skull, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn't say a word.

She had waited so long for his voice, but now that she heard it, she couldn't process what he'd said, couldn't react.

What was she supposed to say?

The moment he realized she wouldn't reply right away, he pried her legs from around his waist, yanked her off, and tossed her to the floor. Ignoring her desperate pleas, he turned and

door slammed shut

swallowed the room

"Mila? Mila, wake up!"

dragged her back to consciousness. Mila's eyes fluttered open; her face was wet with tears, her head throbbed

her was breaking,

she not afraid? Why did pure happiness bloom somewhere deep inside

inside her was waking

gaze. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but she managed a smile, tried to say

she lost consciousness, the sound of her own weeping in her mind rose to a piercing wail,

if refusing to

Meanwhile

the home of the ranchers who'd given them shelter the night before, a group of burly, rough-looking men

a photograph and asked if the

showed a woman in profile—serene, soft smile, a grace

Mila.

wife, who'd had a falling out with her husband and run away. They were worried about

repeated assurances, the family finally nodded and told

and supplies as thanks. Once they were outside, the leader pulled out his phone. The polite smile

we've found

a move just yet. But now we know their destination. It's right on the border-dangerous place, plenty of accidents

payment goes through, you'll get what you

Harvey