Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 434

Night had fallen.

Adrian, exhausted from crying, had finally drifted into a restless sleep. His tiny hand still clung tightly to the hem of her black dress-the one she hadn't had the chance to change out of since the funeral. Tears streaked his pale cheeks, even in slumber.

She summoned the last of her strength to lift him into bed. Just as she was about to turn away and deal with the mountain of tasks left waiting after the funeral, she felt her dress caught fast. The child's grip was unyielding. He seemed trapped in a nightmare-eyes squeezed shut, fresh tears slipping down, whispering softly through trembling lips.

"Mommy, Daddy... don't go."

For a moment, Mila just stood there in silence. Then, she reached for her laptop, letting Adrian keep hold of her dress as she settled on the edge of the bed. She opened the files Leonard had sent her, scanning through each one.

They were all about the will.

It was only now that she realized-Lysander had arranged everything long ago. According to his wishes, every share and asset he owned would pass to her. Adrian's portion would also be managed by her until he came of age.

She now held decision-making power at the very top of Montgomery Holdings.

That explained why Leonard had been at her side the moment she awoke. With Lysander gone, Leonard-his most trusted friend, and a force within the company himself—would shift his support to Mila, ensuring her place at the helm. From this point forward, she had the authority to command Leonard directly.

It was as if Lysander had planned for everything.

He'd paved the way for her so thoroughly. All she had to do was accept, and power would be hers-her entire life transformed in a single step.

She would become the true matriarch.

But if she accepted, she'd be bound to the Montgomery family for life. No matter where she went or what she did, she would never escape the title "Mrs. Montgomery." Lysander's name would be etched into her identity, forever.

Even gone, he remained unyielding, impossible to ignore.

was still gripping her skirt as he slept fitfully. Then she turned her

[Daphne]

She remembered that name.

on a road trip with his cousin, Archie. That boy had become obsessed with

But the truth was-

She wasn't Daphne.

on her own. When she learned

shrugged and said it didn't matter, and the

that name again brought it all

a comic artist-creator of an adventure series starring a little robot named Red Hat, just

now it was confirmed:

sense, she

touch. His mother, Felicity, was a painter; the Fontaine family was renowned for their artistic talent. It was only natural he'd picked

fact that he'd built the Red Hat robot himself had already startled

thought about it, the less she

man.

into Twitter and searched for Daphne's

clicked on the pinned comic

of

readers who came for the whimsical adventures, Mila saw something else—hidden details, quiet secrets, things only she and

made a bold promise in a wager: it would pluck the moon from the sky. With chest puffed out and eyes full of hope, it set off to

people, learning their sorrows and suffering. As a self-declared hero, it rescued everyone it met from their pain-pain that Mija knew all too well. Betrayal, separation, heartbreak: the

away and beaten by her family. It chased off the abusers, stayed

then left with a

girl wished it