Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 355

It was both a blessing and a hope.

Standing beneath the falling snow, the young man gazed up at that bright splash of color on the mountainside. He lowered his hand to cover his reddened eyes, as

if to hide the tears threatening to fall, yet a smile tugged at the corners of his

mouth.

In all his nineteen years, he had never experienced anything like this journey- never felt something so profoundly moving, so unforgettable.

He thought to himself: I'll remember this for the rest of my life.

Beneath his hand, warm tears slipped down, falling onto the white snow where they left dark stains-marks that were quickly covered over by the relentless snowfall.

The world was silent, wrapped in wind and snow.

At the summit, the church awaited.

Mila stood at the church's entrance, her legs leaden as if weighed down with iron, each breath heavy and labored.

"You've come."

priest in crimson robes sat with his back to her. His

"Father... you knew I was

his tone calm. "No. But I heard your footsteps on the mountain path. The climb is not easy-come in, warm yourself with a cup of

into the church. She made her way around to where the priest sat and found a small table set for two, steam rising from the

the table, murmured her thanks,

her another cup before she could protest, so she simply thanked him again and drank. Three

eyes gentle beneath lowered brows. His voice was steady,

in your heart. Whatever you wish to say to God, speak

quickly stood to offer a respectful bow. When she looked up again, she realized the church doors had closed behind her, shutting out the

statue of Christ at the altar.

she didn't know where to begin. All her questions had been answered. As the priest said, her heart was clear, her

voice was

I was a child, every New Year's Day, my birth mother would take my little brother to church. They'd attend the service, sprinkle themselves with holy water, light candles, pray for blessings, for health and peace. But I was never allowed to go. She said I brought bad luck—that

"But Lord-"

off to the oldest church in town. I dropped coins into every offering box, whispered

and I

bright in the candlelight. She whispered, "If You're listening now, I'd like to make

reverence, she bowed