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.

took a slow, thoughtful sip,

"Did you like it?”

in English-flawless,

voice was refined, almost

to notice, nor to wonder how a foreigner could speak

taste," he said quietly, "Was

dread swept through her. "What

was rising

silent. The cold muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of her head. Mila clenched her lips,

"It's... very similar."

quite the same?"

leave. Panic surged in Mila. Ignoring the

If you're trying to threaten

wanted to 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

Bang!

floor, clutching her left hand as blood poured from the

Oh God, my

back to her. With his black cane, he hooked the veil and

let me see your

...

a bed draped with deep red curtains, Mila lay motionless, her eyes hollow. The truth had finally

of the Montgomery

the Montgomery

didn't even know what to feel

her side, her bandaged left hand throbbing

her chest. Tears kept coming,

was she supposed to

she ever

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

But they were wrong.

of it

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

nor the Montgomerys would lift

threat against her was