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."

within the open doorway, a priest in crimson robes sat with his back to her. His voice, touched

faltered. "Father... you

tone calm. "No. But I heard your footsteps on the mountain path. The climb is not easy-come

move, stepping into the church. She made her way around to where the priest

thanks,

she could protest, so she simply thanked him again and drank. Three cups later, warmth had returned to

then, the priest rose, his eyes gentle beneath lowered brows. His

confusion in your heart. Whatever you wish to say

church doors had

hesitated, then knelt on the cushion, looking up at the towering statue of Christ at the altar. For a long moment, she

here-yet she didn't know where to begin. All her questions had been answered. As the priest said, her heart was clear, her path certain. She had come

her voice was calm as

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-"

in town. I dropped coins into every offering box, whispered wishes to every saint and angel I could find. I don't remember most of what I asked

back, I think You and I must have

lips, her eyes bright in the candlelight. She whispered, "If

reverence, she bowed