Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 508

Miranda Wayne was pretty sure she'd just seen a ghost.

What else could explain the cold barrel of a gun pressed to the back of her head, and the voice-God, that voice-identical to the one from her nightmares?

And then he'd actually admitted it!

But... but... ghosts didn't use guns, right?

So what the hell was standing behind her? That guy was supposed to be dead. She'd even asked Mila about it, and heard he'd been reduced to ashes—nothing left but a handful of dust. There was no way someone could come back from that, not even as a mummy.

Miranda's heart hammered in her chest.

She bitterly regretted her choices. Why had she found the ballroom so stifling? Couldn't she have gone anywhere else for some air? Why, of all places, did she have to wander into the garden-alone? But this was Jade's estate, for heaven's sake! Who would ever expect some deranged maniac to sneak in?

"Did you hear me? Speak."

The thing-man, ghost, whatever-behind her sounded irritated, pressing the gun harder against her skull.

"I—I heard you," Miranda stammered, swallowing hard. But curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help blurting, "Are you... are you human, or a ghost?"

She'd never sleep again if she didn't ask.

Actually, scratch that—she might not even live to see the sunrise!

Damn it!

What, did she break some cosmic law by stopping to enjoy the flowers?

Why was she being punished like this?

"Does it matter?" The man's voice was icy cold. Miranda shivered, forcing a nervous laugh. "No, it doesn't, not at all. Please, go on."

"I thought you said you understood?" His tone dropped even colder.

Could she admit that she'd been so freaked out, the moment he called himself Lysander Montgomery, her mind had gone completely blank?

had no idea what

and in her peripheral vision, Miranda caught a glimpse of a half-face mask, ghostly white, with a single

nearly burst from

"Listen closely."

pale mask was so close she could feel the chill. His whisper was like ice water poured directly into her

she didn't miss a

fear snapped into anger. Her heart steadied,

should I?

Bang!

her head again.

"...I can."

managed to glare up at the mask, voice trembling but defiant. "But I won't do what you asked. I'd never betray Mila.

hesitated, then added, "And She hesitated

you get it? You're the worst

"Finished?"

hollow mask eyes empty and cold. Slowly, he

gun to her forehead, finger tightening on the

a tear. So you'd die for

"Gladly. Goodbye."

He pulled the trigger.

pop from

No blood.

so hard her teeth chattered. Her

"Scared?"

crouched beside her, tapping her mask with

"Relax.

coat, pulled out

one by one into the

forehead again, his voice

sake, I'll give you one last chance... I'll count

Three."