Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 480

Chapter 475

No matter how many times he tried to recall it, all that filled his mind was the cold, empty shell of a mansion.

That was where he grew up.

Twenty years each day indistinguishable from the last.

Just like Johnnie always said, he lived a life that wasn't real. Every day, he wore a mask, never daring to let anyone see his true face. All for a hope so faint he barely dared to admit it even to himself. Yet, even now, knowing it was impossible, he still couldn't take off the mask.

He didn't know how to take it off anymore.

The mask had fused with his skin and bone.

He couldn't remove it.

Eugene staggered to his feet, blinking hard to keep the tears from spilling over. His voice came out rough but steady. "I don't need a family."

It wasn't that no one offered.

He was the one who refused.

He walked toward the door. As he pulled it open, Johnnie's voice sounded behind him, flat but unwavering. "Eugene, no matter what you think, your mentor will always wait for you to come home. If you want it, our strength is your strength. We support you-no matter what."

Eugene stepped out the door.

...

Outside, he wandered through the crowd, finally stopping on the bustling sidewalk outside the club, staring at the endless stream of cars sliding past.

For a moment, he stood there, lost.

he had nowhere to

His mind was blank.

was already standing in front of Mila's apartment. Without thinking, he pressed his finger to

his fingerprint to the lock. She'd told him he

rich aroma of simmering meat. He followed

He looked inside.

table, filled to the brim with

a bowl of broth, sipping with a frown-each sip

can't resist. She can't eat a proper meal,

Adorable.

the numbness in his expression faded away.

"Hey, you're back?"

caught in her sore throat. She quickly picked up her

electronic voice

so late! I made ribs-come have some!" The message boomed loud enough for even the neighbors

pleased with

door, she enthusiastically fired

some ribs! Don't tell me you already ate

I haven't," Eugene finally replied,

"Good! Come on, then!"

"I

much, but soup would do. Also,

anything-so eat

had a stand-in to talk for her, Mila couldn't stop herself from

a meaty rib, resigned. "Sis, I'm

difference," Mila texted

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