Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 340

Night had settled over the small-town inn.

"Doctor, are you sure she's alright? Her headaches are getting worse, sometimes she even hears things that aren't there-and when it's bad, she passes out. Is altitude sickness really this severe?" Archie's voice was tight with worry as he hovered at Mila's bedside, watching the doctor check her pulse.

The doctor rose, shaking his head. He rummaged in his battered medical kit, then pulled out a slender stick of incense. Setting it in a small dish beside the bed, he lit it. Wisps of fragrant smoke curled through the air, wrapping the room in a hazy calm.

Only after he'd tended the incense did the doctor turn to Archie. "It's nothing to worry about," he said gently. "This isn't just altitude sickness. She has an old condition, something that's been there for a long time. The altitude only brought it to the surface. But believe it or not, this might be a turning point for her a good one. Once she wakes, she'll be alright."

Archie blinked, confused. “She... has another illness?" His cousin-in-law had seemed perfectly normal-well, at least until the altitude started wreaking havoc.

The doctor just sighed and muttered, "Poor soul," before gathering his things and slipping out the door.

Archie didn't understand, but all he could do was sit at Mila's side and wait.

Even in sleep, her brow would furrow, as if she were wrestling something deep inside. Only when the scent of incense drifted close did her features finally relax, ever so slightly. The corners of her lips even lifted, just a little.

***

"Do you love me?"

The room was cloaked in darkness, just a sliver of light sneaking in. Mila clung to Lysander, heart pounding as the question-his question-echoed for what felt like the hundredth time. Terror prickled inside her.

This time, she didn't dare hesitate. Her answer was rushed and desperate: "I love you. I love you—I do!"

She held him tighter, chanting "I love you" again and again as if the words could keep her safe. She knew if she faltered, even for a moment, the fragile warmth

snuffed out by darkness

of torment had planted a voice

Love him.

Love Lysander.

can save you from the

Savior?

chin to his shoulder, whispering words of devotion as silent tears slid down her cheeks. Her chest ached,

She loved this man.

she? She

did it

hold, showering

plea. "Don't

expression

his own accord and brushed his lips

not leaving," he promised quietly. "I'll take

from the room. The hallway beyond was softly lit-not harsh, just

eyes, but she still squinted,

world outside gripped her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Lysander's neck, clinging to him as his low, raspy laugh warmed her ear. He soothed her with a gentle

afraid. I'm

managed a dazed reply: "I'm

empty. Under the golden lights, Lysander carried her into the music room, where a grand

It looked familiar.

it. She just knew that one glance

to Lysander, refusing to let