Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 507

No matter what it was.

"...Yeah."

Forcing a smile despite the sting still burning on her lips, Mila managed, "I'm fine. It just caught me off guard for a second, that's all. What are you up to?"

She glanced at the computer, eager to change the subject.

"Jade has already locked down the estate," Forrest replied, setting aside the bottle of antiseptic. He pulled the laptop closer. "I figured I'd check the security footage, see where he went last. Do you want to look?"

He was worried the footage might upset Mila again.

"I do."

With a dangerous man hiding somewhere on the grounds, Mila had regained her composure and wanted nothing more than to find him at the very least, to figure out his motives and prepare accordingly. The thought of someone lurking in the shadows, watching her every move, left her restless and on edge.

She leaned in beside him to watch.

...

The security cameras covered nearly the entire estate. Right now, the ballroom feed was playing, chaos unfolding onscreen.

Jade stood at the center of the dance floor.

A group of servants moved through the crowd, scanning faces. The guests were restless, but with Jade holding command, things hadn't spiraled out of control- though here and there, someone let out a shout of anger.

Forrest dragged the timeline back.

He rewound the footage until the ballroom was empty, then watched as a flood of elegantly dressed guests poured in and the party began.

of them stared at

standing at the edge of the dance floor. As the footage progressed, she felt her heart pounding harder with every

There.

him down, a figure slowly emerged from an upper corner-a blind spot for the camera on her left. A man draped in a black cloak, his face hidden behind a ghastly mask streaked with crimson tears, stepped into view. His purpose was clear:

need to

She didn't want to.

the dance, pressed a kiss to Mila's hand, and plucked the rose from her mask. Forrest's usually calm eyes

Of course.

ballroom, and the

warning not

hands, resting on his knees, curled into fists. A jolt of pain shot from his knuckles up his arm, sending a sharp ache pounding through his head. His temples throbbed a flare-up of the nerve pain left over from a shattered hand,

Not now.

clenched his fists tighter, forcing the pain down so Mila wouldn't notice. Beads

Forrest knew— there could

The bastard.

be dead, couldn't he

Haunting them still.

"Forrest?"

gauging the progress bar and thinking it was almost time to check the next camera, looked

sweat, clenched beneath the table. Worried, she reached

your

little warm in here." Forrest

a little too stiff as he scrambled

creeping in, she figured maybe he really was uncomfortable. She suggested, "If you're that hot, why not take off your jacket? We're not at the

after all that's happened, the party was as

warm-l can handle it. Forrest forced a smile through clenched teeth, fighting the pain in his hand as he tapped the keyboard to switch cameras.