Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 511

Her brows slowly knit together.

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Mila had come here to catch her breath and take a break, but she couldn't really relax. As soon as she walked in, she went straight for her phone, just in case she missed any messages.

She had barely picked it up when something on the nightstand caught her eye—a blush-pink rose, delicate and fresh, resting right where she would see it.

A rose?

She was certain she hadn't put a rose there before.

But she remembered: at the masquerade, she'd plucked a rose and tucked it behind her mask to set herself apart from the crowd, hoping it would help Forrest find her. Only, that flower had ended up in Lysander's hands.

And now, here it was, on her nightstand.

Her phone slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Mila's pulse thundered in her ears, icy sweat prickling down her back.

Had he been here? Was he still in her room?

The fragile calm she'd managed to gather snapped in an instant.

"Mila, listen to me-hey, what on earth are you doing?" Miranda pulled the bedroom door shut and turned around, only to freeze at the sight before her.

Mila was frantically darting around the room, doing all sorts of odd things— throwing back the curtains to check behind them, peering behind the bathroom door, yanking open every wardrobe in the walk-in closet and tossing clothes out as if searching for someone.

And now she was sprawled on the floor, looking under the bed?

Miranda finally lost patience and hauled Mila out from beneath the bed, forcing her to sit down.

"Mila! Get a grip!"

cheeks, before Mila stopped looking

it was from the sudden panic or all the running around, but cold sweat kept pouring

finally managed to lift a shaky hand

the pink-white rose, and looked at it in confusion. "It's just

flower had her this

it's not that," Mila gasped after a moment, finally forcing the words out. "It's

get the story out, Miranda fell

there to

really had nothing to

still didn't know that the man in the cloak at the ball was Lysander. Turns out, she had figured it out ages

had threatened her into

must've realized-Mila

Fantastic.

to Lysander's plan or went with her own slightly modified version-it was all going

Damn it!

a plan, couldn't he just hold back for once? Why did he have to pull off this creepy stunt and make things even harder? And then brazenly leave the stolen rose

trying to scare,

This was a disaster.

the plan was doomed

sat there

Miranda sitting motionless on the bed, speechless for several long moments, Mila assumed she was still in shock. Once her own? nerves had calmed a little,

Miranda was floored.

long? This was even worse than she

more impossible

Sure, she could confide in Forrest and share some of the burden, but Miranda was different. There were things she couldn't

if it didn't