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!"

to bark at her several times, even pinched her cheeks, before Mila stopped looking so dazed. "What's going on with you?" Miranda

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

a shaky hand

and looked at it in confusion. "It's

flower had her

gasped after a moment, finally forcing the words out.

the story out,

there to

had nothing to

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

had threatened her

realized-Mila

Fantastic.

Mila's skittish, anxious temperament, now that she knew everything, it didn't matter if they stuck to Lysander's plan or went with her own slightly

Damn it!

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.

felt like the plan was doomed before it

there in

several long moments, Mila assumed she was still in shock. Once her own? nerves had calmed a little, she poured everything out-her recent discoveries, the

Miranda was floored.

This

seemed more impossible

her chest helped Mila feel a little lighter. Sure, she could confide in Forrest and share some of the burden, but Miranda was different. There were things she

if it didn't change