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.

stared at the

edge of the dance floor. As the

There.

A man draped in a black cloak, his face hidden

to watch

She didn't want to.

whole encounter for the first time. He watched as the masked man finished the

Of course.

saw it all. At that moment, Forrest himself was crossing the ballroom, and the masked man

not to

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, something that hadn't troubled him since Lysander's supposed death a

Not now.

so Mila wouldn't notice.

in hand, Forrest knew— there could be no doubt. That was Lysander. Only he

The bastard.

he was supposed to be dead, couldn't he stay

Haunting them still.

"Forrest?"

and thinking it was almost time to check the next camera, looked over-and noticed

clenched beneath the table.

your hands

a little warm in here." Forrest jerked

voice just a little too stiff as he

and with the summer heat creeping in, she figured maybe he really was uncomfortable. She suggested, "If you're

the

his hand as he tapped the keyboard to switch cameras. "Let's focus. Watch closely-let's see where he went