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."

with his back to her. His voice, touched with age, sounded distant yet

"Father... you knew I

his head, 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

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

her, but she said nothing. Instead, she sank onto the cushion behind the table, murmured her thanks, and took a tentative sip. The tea's warmth slid down her throat,

could protest, so she simply thanked him again and drank. Three cups later,

then, the priest rose, his eyes gentle beneath lowered brows. His voice was steady, tranquil as still

heart. Whatever you

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

then knelt on the cushion, looking up at the towering statue of Christ at the altar. For

All her questions had been answered. As the priest said,

voice was

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 I'd defile the

"But Lord-"

every coin I could find and, one year, I sneaked off to the oldest church 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 for, but I think some of them came true... At least, I escaped

I think You and I must have

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

she bowed