Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 402

Once she sorted out her thoughts, Mila found herself less resistant to the idea of the wedding. The endless sleepless nights finally faded, replaced by a strange

calm.

Still, she knew one thing for certain:

If she wanted to use this wedding as her escape, she needed to make sure of one detail the ceremony couldn't be held in the old manor. It had to be somewhere else, preferably outside.

The next morning, after breakfast, Mila reached out and gently caught hold of Cossio's sleeve just as he was about to leave—a silent plea for him to stay. Lately, maybe because of all the wedding preparations, Cossio had taken to disappearing right after breakfast and returning late at night. Mila didn't mind, but today was different. She needed something from him.

He turned, wrapping his hand softly around hers, his tone teasing and affectionate. "Darling, are you going to miss me if I go?"

She said nothing, just tugged gently at his sleeve.

He sighed in mock exasperation, his voice full of indulgence. "You're still as shy as ever, aren't you? Never willing to say you want me to stay. But that's all right-I love you too much to mind."

So, he stayed.

Mila immediately let go of his hand. Ever since she'd seen those disturbing paintings in the art studio, she found it impossible to look at Cossio the same way. He appeared so polite and restrained, but she knew now just how twisted his mind really was. Even the slightest touch left her uneasy.

Cossio, oblivious, assumed she was simply being bashful and chuckled to himself.

***

Daytime, the garden.

the housekeeper had set up an easel outside. This time, though, Cossio wasn't the one

Instead, she painted with vivid, lively strokes, quickly capturing a grand, sunlit church rising from a lush green lawn.

groom in a sharp suit, walking together down a red carpet that led straight to the

froze, her gaze fixed on the painted couple. She stared at

It hit her:

the aisle in a white dress. All she'd ever had was a flimsy marriage certificate—nothing more. Her whole marriage, from start to finish, had been little more

smile, dipped her brush in paint, and added a new detail- several ominous black crows swept across the green lawn, circling

roses-symbols of corruption-crept along the white church. Holiness

by misfortune and bad omens. She lowered her veil and looked over her shoulder at the silent

do you

moment. Then, without a word, he picked up the brush and began painting over the black crows, transforming each one into

stared at the doves circling the painted church, her lips curling in a

and shameless as Cossio still harbored naïve

could there really

deep. The damage was already

a dead end, and they both

snatched the brush from his hand, dipped it in scarlet paint,

Only a few drops of red fell onto

arms. She could feel his heart

said quietly. "Let's let the church bear

She was silent.