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

"Did you like it?”

in English-flawless, unaccented

was refined, almost

nor to wonder how a foreigner could speak so perfectly.

he said quietly, "Was it

swept through her. "What are you saying?

awful realization was rising in

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

"It's... very similar."

the

Ignoring the gun at her head, she struggled to

you want from me? If you're trying to threaten

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

Bang!

finish. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her left hand as blood poured from the bullet wound in her palm. Writhing

hand! Oh

then turned back to her. With his black cane, he hooked the veil and draped it more securely over her face, his tone casual, almost

let me see

...

red curtains, Mila lay motionless, her eyes hollow. The truth had

of the

always the Montgomery

even know what to feel

up on her side, her bandaged left hand throbbing

to her chest. Tears kept

she supposed to

ever

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

But they were wrong.

of it

she'd been desperate to shed. The

would lift a finger

threat against