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.

Without thinking, he pressed his finger to

Mila had added his fingerprint to the lock. She'd told him he could come by whenever

the rich aroma of simmering meat. He followed the smell to the dining room but stopped short

He looked inside.

sat in the middle of the table, filled to the brim

dress, her dark hair lazily twisted up, was cradling a bowl of broth, sipping with a frown-each sip made

think: Even with a sore throat, she can't resist. She can't eat a proper meal, so

Adorable.

thought softened his eyes, and some of the numbness in his expression

"Hey, you're back?"

but her voice caught in her sore throat. She quickly picked up her phone and typed out a message, sending it

voice rang out

so late! I made ribs-come have some!" The message boomed loud enough for even the neighbors to hear. Satisfied, Mila typed another line. "I just remembered

looked quite pleased with her own

lingered by the door, she enthusiastically fired off

echoed again: "Come eat some

I haven't," Eugene finally replied, snapping

"Good! Come on, then!"

phone. "I

eat much, but soup would do. Also, I heard you

eat up, that

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

resigned. "Sis, I'm

difference," Mila

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