Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 438

Chapter 432

"Ma'am."

A man's familiar voice echoed through the haze of her mind. Mila blinked, her

eyelids heavy, her vision flooded with harsh, sterile white. The curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze.

She was lying in a hospital bed.

Slowly, Mila sat upright, glancing around. No one was there. The room was silent but for her own breathing, and her memories began to drift back.

It all came flooding in.

She and Lysander had gone to that party.

Then-gunshots.

Her fingers tightened, clutching the crisp white sheets, twisting them into creases. She remembered—so much blood. No matter how desperately she pressed, nothing could stop it. The body beneath her trembling hands had gone cold, growing steadily, impossibly cold.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

"Ma'am, you're awake."

Leonard hurried in, catching sight of her sitting on the bed, dazed and silent. He rushed closer, concern etching his features. "Are you feeling any pain? Is there anything wrong?"

He pressed the call button for the nurse.

Mila shook her head, slow and deliberate.

It was strange. She didn't seem to feel anything-not pain, not sorrow, not even relief. Mostly, it was a hollow, surreal detachment, as if everything she saw and heard was muffled by an invisible layer of water.

Everything was blurred.

Wait-right before she lost consciousness, she'd seen Francis, and Leonard... Did they make it? Were they safe?

She tried to speak, to ask.

"Ah..."

only a broken, breathless sound escaped her lips. Mila froze, shock rooting her in place. It took her a long moment to

chest tightened

something was wrong. Forgetting the call button, he dashed out, returning moments

help. Only time and her own mind- can resolve it. Try to keep her emotions steady. Let things

left, silence

Mila had panicked, but now a strange sense of calm had taken over. She suppressed the instinct

*How is he?*

taut,

walls. It was a long time before Leonard finally found his voice, hoarse and

*Gone?*

His fists clenched at his sides. "The

Funeral?

So, he was dead?

Really dead?

her heart, spreading through her limbs, dragging her down until she collapsed back onto the bed. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling,

He's gone.

felt like a knife to Leonard's heart. He crouched down beside the bed, gripping the edge so

came,

broken.

ma'am, it's okay to cry. Don't hold

Don't look like that.

sad? That man-always pushing her, deceiving her, using her, hurting her... arrogant, untouchable, ruthless. He

Why should she grieve?

feel happy. She felt... nothing at all. Or maybe not nothing-just bone-deep exhaustion. She

just wanted

A few days later.

simple black dress. She cradled a pale

inside, she couldn't help

in the end, everyone ended up the

Still...

out a message on her phone and showed it to Leonard,

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