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.

thoughtful sip, then finally spoke. It was the first time Mila had heard his

"Did you like it?”

were in

voice was

notice, nor to wonder how a foreigner could speak so

he said quietly, "Was it like

white. A wave of dread swept through

awful realization was

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

"It's... very similar."

the

Panic surged in Mila. Ignoring the gun at her head, she

do you want from me? If you're trying to threaten the Montgomery

fingers accidentally snagged the edge

Bang!

from her throat before she could finish. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her left hand as blood poured from the bullet wound in her palm. Writhing in agony, tears soaked the

Oh

his black cane, he hooked the veil and draped

me see

...

deep red curtains, Mila lay motionless, her eyes hollow. The truth had finally sunk in-and left her more hopeless

was because of

always the

didn't even know what

up on her side, her bandaged left

to her chest. Tears kept coming, soaking the fine linen

supposed to

ever go

of her marriage to Lysander-did they think she could be used to threaten

But they were wrong.

it

shell she'd been desperate to shed. The only one Lysander truly cared for was Giselle. He

Lysander nor the Montgomerys would lift

threat against her was