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 the screen, barely

floor. As the footage progressed, she felt her

There.

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

need to

She didn't want to.

seeing the whole encounter for the first time. He watched as the masked man finished the dance, pressed a kiss to Mila's hand, and plucked the rose from her mask.

Of course.

saw it all. At that moment, Forrest himself was crossing the ballroom, and the masked man must have noticed this was a blatant show of defiance, a

not to

sharp ache pounding through his head. His temples throbbed a flare-up of the nerve pain left over from

Not now.

down so Mila wouldn't notice. Beads of sweat

stolen rose in hand, Forrest knew— there could

The bastard.

was supposed to be dead, couldn't he stay

Haunting them still.

"Forrest?"

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

knuckled and slick with sweat, clenched beneath the table. Worried, she

your

Forrest jerked back to himself, yanking

little too stiff as he scrambled

creeping in, she figured maybe he really was uncomfortable. She suggested, "If

that's happened, the party

smile through clenched teeth, fighting the pain in his hand as he tapped the keyboard to switch cameras. "Let's focus. Watch closely-let's see where he went after leaving the