Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 407

A strange, inexplicable sorrow washed over her.

Mila walked down the flower-strewn aisle, the strains of wedding music swirling around her, the man's hand trembling almost imperceptibly in hers. She let out a silent sigh, counting down in her mind.

Three.

Two.

A sudden, deafening blast thundered from the empty church at the end of the aisle. The floor lurched violently beneath their feet, and outside, the guests waiting to greet the newlyweds broke into panicked screams.

The man's grip loosened, just enough. Before he could recover, Mila pulled free. In one swift motion, she tore off her veil, then yanked at the hidden fastenings at her waist. The heavy, star-strewn gown-so beautiful, yet so crushing-fell away, revealing a simple, flowing white dress underneath.

She stood face-to-face with the stunned man before her.

For the first time, she truly saw Cossio's face. Time had left him untouched-he looked exactly like the man in Felicity's paintings, almost inhumanly beautiful. No, even more beautiful now, somehow.

began, voice

the wedding scene- every detail a perfect match to the oil paintings she knew so well.

it was all

haunted tears in Felicity's eyes, the desperate agony captured on canvas. One by

"look at me. I'm not the woman you want. I don't know what happened between

don't deserve her

to stand by her

A monster.

words she'd kept buried for so long, and as she watched Cossio's face contort, his eyes reddening with rage

in hell with your twisted dreams, you beautiful lunatic. You'll never get

moment he lunged for her, Mila was already gone-vanishing into the chaos of panicked guests, her veil trailing behind her like

as

Closer.

nearby, drowning out the lingering strains of the wedding march and

She looked up.