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..."

escaped her lips. Mila froze, shock rooting her in place. It took her a long

chest tightened with

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

examination, the doctor shook his head. "This is a case of psychological muteness. Medication won't help. Only time and her own mind- can resolve it. Try to keep her emotions steady.

doctor left, silence settled over

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

*How is he?*

face grew taut, his

It was a long time before Leonard finally found his

*Gone?*

Mila's blank, searching gaze. His fists clenched at his sides. "The funeral... it's in a

Funeral?

So, he was dead?

Really dead?

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

He's gone.

crouched down beside the bed, gripping the

came,

broken.

you're hurting, ma'am, it's okay to cry.

Don't look like that.

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

Why should she grieve?

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

just wanted to

A few days later.

stood in the funeral home, clad in a simple black dress. She cradled a pale marble urn in her hands, face expressionless, eyes as empty and still

yet, inside, she couldn't help

person was in the end,

Still...

phone and showed it to

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