Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 391

She had never tasted soup quite like this anywhere else—not even in the finest restaurants abroad.

Yet the bowl in front of her now was almost identical to the one Felicity used to

make.

A sudden chill crawled up her spine.

Mila's back stiffened, and she slowly turned her head. Through the thin veil

covering her face, she peered at the blurred outline of the man sitting across the table. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Why?

How could this man have made the same soup she'd once tasted at the Montgomery estate?

She had always assumed-

That he'd kidnapped her because he'd learned about her connection to Jade through Giselle, or that he held some grudge against her great-aunt, seeking revenge or ransom.

But now-

She realized she'd been terribly, dangerously wrong.

Had she overlooked the Montgomerys entirely? Was she taken because of them?

Her spoon slipped from her grasp and fell into the bowl with a soft splash. As she tried to stand, a servant behind her shoved her forcefully back into her seat, the grip on her shoulders painfully tight.

"Who are you?" she demanded, voice shaking. "Why are you holding me? Is this to threaten the Montgomery family-or to extort them?"

If this truly had something to do with the Montgomerys, everything changed. Her situation could be even more dire.

Lysander would never come for her.

...

The garden outside was silent and still.

porcelain coffee cup, took a slow, thoughtful sip, then finally spoke. It was the first time

"Did you like it?”

in English-flawless, unaccented

was refined,

how

quietly, "Was

dread swept through her. "What are you saying? What

awful realization was

muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of her head. Mila

"It's... very similar."

quite the same?"

turned as if to leave. Panic surged in Mila. Ignoring the gun at her

What do you want from me? If you're

say they had the wrong person, but her fingers accidentally snagged the edge of her veil, nearly pulling it from her face. A searing pain shot

Bang!

blood poured from the bullet wound in her palm. Writhing

Oh God, my

his black cane, he hooked the veil and draped it more securely over her face, his tone

me see your

...

lay motionless, her eyes

of the

always the

even know

left hand throbbing and

chest. Tears kept coming, soaking the fine linen

was she supposed

she ever

her marriage to Lysander-did they think she could

But they were wrong.

it

marriage to Lysander was nothing but a hollow pretense, a shell she'd been desperate to shed. The only one Lysander truly cared for was Giselle. He would never

would lift

threat against her