Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 486

"It's a wild theory, I know."

Giselle hadn't said a word for a long time, so Forrest pressed on. "But I've mulled it over and over, retraced every step. As implausible as it sounds, I can't find another explanation. And the thing is, I actually know that man-well enough, at least. When the news first broke, I was stunned."

Stunned wasn't even the half of it.

He'd known the man for years-his sworn enemy, truth be told-and when word came he was dead, there was satisfaction, yes, but mostly confusion and disbelief.

Was he really the sort to die so easily?

But then came the funeral, Mila's grief and trauma, the chaos that rocked Montgomery Holdings, and the chain reaction in the aftermath—all of it pointed to the same truth: the man was really gone.

If it was all a lie, would he really have let Forrest suffer those losses, wager his entire fortune just to keep up the charade?

What was the point?

Still, too many things lately didn't add up. Forrest couldn't shake the strange suspicion gnawing at him. He started digging, found nothing concrete... but it was exactly those vague, inconclusive details that made him doubt all the more.

Something was definitely off.

Naturally, his thoughts turned to Giselle.

She'd been acting strange, too. If his hunch was right, then suddenly Giselle's baffling motives and behavior made sense.

That's why he'd insisted on meeting her today.

He wasn't worried about being too blunt. After all, it was Giselle who needed something from him, and that put the power squarely in his hands.

Sure enough,

Giselle only stared at him in silence, her usually perfect smile fading, replaced by a cold detachment. The warmth in her dark eyes had frozen over; the way she looked at him now-this was the real Giselle.

Forrest said nothing, just took a sip of his coffee and waited. He already had his answer.

"What do you want?"

At last, Giselle spoke, making no attempt to deny it.

his coffee cup, and extended his hand. "Ms. Harvey, I think we might

She didn't

replied, lips curled in a knowing smile. "You get what you want. I get what I want.

go after Mila?" she

too smart for

a short, bitter laugh. "Maybe. But I'm starting to regret this. You're as dangerous as he is." Just as frightening—and, against her better judgment,

out and shook his hand. “Let's

Giselle loved a gamble.

she always bet on

had no

Mila's relentless caution running the company, Giselle had been driven into a corner. There was

Could Forrest double-cross her?

trust

no choice but

the day ever came that Forrest betrayed her, sabotaging

he and Mila paid dearly for

down, she'd take everyone

so long was out in the open. Giselle forced down her swirling thoughts, finalized the partnership and

Forrest stayed behind.

When his coffee was finally gone, as if something had clicked into place,

...

Upstairs, in her bedroom,

finished speaking. The line was

heavy silence filled the

couldn't quite name what

A strange, unexpected calm.

plagued by suspicion, by fear

living

with the truth finally out, she felt

Mostly, she felt confusion.

a rising tide of

let out a low, tired sigh. Her voice was

great. Want me to come over?" Forrest's voice was

And let's