Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 490

Chapter 485

Making a mountain out of a molehill.

The sense of unease in Mila's chest only grew stronger.

She hesitated, thinking back to the last time she'd paid off her contact. She'd told them not to keep digging. If this went any further, even if the truth came out, she herself would be exposed. The risk was small, but not nonexistent; if she got careless and was discovered, it would be a disaster.

And she just couldn't make sense of it.

She'd seen it with her own eyes.

With her own eyes.

But could she really trust what she saw?

Mila reached beneath her pillow and pulled out a dagger, tracing her finger along the cold gemstone set in its hilt. She slowly drew the blade, watching the light glint off its icy edge. Her mind was a buzzing mess; she even considered digging up the grave, but what good would that do?

What could a pile of ashes possibly prove?

Exactly.

It had all been reduced to dust.

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. Sure, seeing is believing, and the person had died right there in her arms-but she hadn't actually seen the body burn.

The funeral had been rushed.

She'd been in shock at the time, and everyone had a plausible explanation for everything. So Mila had just gone along with it. But now, looking back, nothing added up.

Her heart pounded so hard she could feel her pulse throbbing in her temples. Her body was frozen, and her breathing came fast and shallow.

No way. Is this real?

But why?

Why?

be faked so easily? Even if they were alive, after all this time, their life in the world would

possibly gain from

was nothing to

let himself get played? Thoughts crashed through her mind like a storm. Mila

had reached her

her insane. Fear was suffocating, and she needed answers. She messaged her friend again, asking them to check the crematorium's records from that day. She knew that if anything

had

What if?

anything strange about that phone call. But Sophia was dangerous, openly hostile, and had no reason to

Mila had no

investigate on her

the truth this time, or she'd never have another peaceful night's

drifted into a fitful sleep, only to be jolted awake by

It was Forrest Whitmore.

answered in a daze. Barely a few words in, she snapped fully

...

Two hours earlier.

floor of a small café in Kingsford, Forrest sat by the window. After a

wanted to see

the man across from her, surprise flickering in

Lately, she'd tried every trick in the book to get in touch, even offered him plenty of information, but Forrest had remained stubbornly noncommittal-never giving her a straight answer about

together.

cards Forrest was

Fortunately, she'd persisted.

unbelievably, he'd

straight to the chase-they'd had enough

hated small talk. "Have you finally made up your

depends on what you

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