Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 360

"Father, is it really impossible to leave the mountain tonight?" In the dimly lit side chapel, Mila frowned, her voice tight with urgency as she questioned the priest before her.

She'd finally gotten the signed divorce papers. All she wanted now was to get down the mountain, return to Kingsford as fast as possible, and go with Lysander to city hall to make the divorce official. Only then would the thirty-day waiting period begin—and the sooner, the better.

But when Mila tried to leave, the priest stopped her.

He explained that the temperature had plummeted, a heavy snow had cut them off, the phone signal was gone, and the stone steps down the mountain were frozen solid. Evening had already fallen, and it would be dangerous to attempt the descent before morning.

After asking several times, Mila had to relent. She'd wait one more night, though she couldn't shake her nerves-because Lysander and Leonard were stranded up here too.

Just in case, Mila slipped the signed divorce agreement into a waterproof pouch, tucked it securely into her shoulder bag, and kept it with her wherever she went.

She dined with the priest, forcing herself to stay awake despite her exhaustion. She tried to keep up a lively conversation, discussing scripture and listening to his stories, determined not to be left alone-not after what she'd been through with those two men. She was too wary of them to risk it.

"It's late. If you're tired, you should try to rest," the priest finally suggested. The candles flickered softly in the side chapel, and he watched as Mila swayed, her eyes unfocused.

"I'm fine. I'm not tired at all." Mila pinched her thigh, then took a strong sip of black tea.

priest replied, shaking

her knees buckled, her vision swam, and she collapsed onto the table.

Lysander strode in, his dark cloak billowing behind him. Without hesitation,

priest, sitting quietly at the table, didn't so much as blink. He lowered his gaze, silent and unsurprised. But just as Lysander reached the door, the priest murmured, "My son, all obsessions are illusions

mocking laugh. "And how do you know, Father, that I haven't already been living

no turning

Mila through the swirling snow, striding toward a guest room that

blanket up around her and lie on his side, watching her as she slept. Only at times

curled deeper under the covers, shivering in her sleep, her teeth

warmth like

instinctively sought out that heat, burrowing toward him and resting her head against his chest. Her

spot where her head pressed against his chest was still raw from a knife wound, and the pain was sharp-but Lysander only smiled. He wrapped a large hand around the back of her neck, pressing her gently closer, his brow furrowed, his

you always have to leave?" Why do you always break

Mila's sleep was restless.

something was holding her down. It was suffocating. Her eyelids fluttered, and when she finally managed to open her

the back of her neck. Her whole body was wrapped in heat, nearly feverish, and the faintest scent of cool sandalwood lingered in the