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,

her!" Mila cut him off sharply, glancing around at the wedding scene- every detail a perfect match to the oil paintings she knew so well. He'd put his heart into

it was all

tears in Felicity's eyes, the desperate agony captured on

don't know what happened between you two, but I see her pain. You are

don't deserve

don't even deserve to

A

watched Cossio's face contort,

your twisted dreams, you beautiful lunatic. You'll never get what you

the chaos of panicked

pounding, footsteps quickening as the sound of pursuit grew

Closer.

a wild burst of music erupted nearby, drowning out the lingering strains

She looked up.