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.

them stared at

at the edge of the dance floor. As the footage progressed, she

There.

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: he moved straight through

to watch

She didn't want to.

finished the dance, pressed a kiss to Mila's hand,

Of course.

that moment, Forrest himself was crossing the ballroom, and the masked man must have noticed this was a blatant show of

warning not

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

Not now.

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

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

The bastard.

supposed to be

Haunting them still.

"Forrest?"

progress bar and thinking it was almost time

with sweat, clenched beneath the table. Worried, she reached out and covered his hand

your hands

Forrest jerked back to himself,

voice just a little too stiff

perfectly and with the summer heat creeping in, she figured maybe he really was uncomfortable. She suggested, "If you're that hot, why not take off your

after all that's happened, the party was

through clenched teeth, fighting the pain in his hand as he tapped the keyboard to switch