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."

robes sat with his back

"Father... you

head, his tone calm. "No. But I heard your footsteps on the

a slow, shaky breath, Mila forced her heavy legs to move, stepping 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 cushion behind the table, murmured her thanks, and took a tentative sip. The tea's warmth slid down her throat, chasing

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

beneath lowered brows. His voice was steady, tranquil as

Whatever you wish to say

she looked up again, she realized the church doors had closed behind her, shutting out the howling

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

been answered. As the priest said, her heart was clear, her

was calm as

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

"But Lord-"

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 You and I must have a

Mila's lips, her eyes bright in the candlelight. She whispered, "If You're listening

she