Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 484

"What if he's not dead?"

"Who's not dead?"

"Who?"

For a split second, Mila wondered if she'd misheard. As the words sank in, she couldn't help thinking Eugene had lost his mind.

Her instinct was to refute him-anyone would. But when she opened her mouth, for reasons she couldn't explain, what came out was not a denial but a question. "What... do you mean?"

She didn't even know why she asked.

It was almost a reflex-questioning, but not denying.

Eugene said nothing, a heavy silence settling between them, their breathing the only sound echoing down the phone line.

After what felt like ages, she finally heard Eugene's voice again, calm and collected. "It's nothing, Mila. I'm a little out of it today, just talking nonsense. It's a hypothetical. I just wanted to know how you felt about my brother... Never mind. Don't worry about it. I'll call you when I'm in a better state."

He rambled through a muddled explanation, then hung up.

Mila didn't stop him. She wanted to-wanted to call out and demand answers- but her throat felt blocked, no sound coming out at all.

Or maybe it was instinct-she was afraid to ask.

She didn't know.

Students streamed past her in the dorm hallway, the air buzzing with chatter and footsteps, but to Mila, the world felt utterly silent. Her hand, still holding the phone pressed to her ear, was frozen in place. It wasn't until a jostling student bumped into her, knocking her phone from her numb fingers, that she snapped out of it.

student who'd bumped her picked it up, handing it

him or not, shaking her head as if to clear it. She turned away in a fog, nearly walking into a

probably get into

called for a

claimed he was speaking nonsense, that she shouldn't take it seriously, but she couldn't let it go. No matter how hard she

wasn't the first time she'd felt

could it be

in front of her,

mind, each detail slowing down: the scattering roses-red and black-the man's body collapsing to the floor, her

open in her lap, an odd sense of dread swelling inside her, like she was on the verge of piercing some dense fog

Blood?

What about the blood?

was still lost in thought when a familiar voice jolted her back to reality.

she looked

in front of her.

brief moment, she thought

flicker in his usually emotionless eyes, but it vanished as

its usual calm

Mila hardly noticed.

the back door of the car, then paused, turning back, confused.

here?" She was sure

safe to get rides alone at night," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the

Mila didn't answer.

car door handle. After a pause, she

mind

call, or maybe it was the overwhelming sense of déjà vu, but she stayed silent the entire ride. Even after she got home and locked the door behind her, her heart was pounding, her blood