Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 528

In a daze, Mila seemed to hear a thousand voices and flashes of memory

ricocheting through her mind, each one making her hand tremble harder around the knife.

-Mom, I'm sorry.

-Mom, I'll be good.

-Mom, you smell so nice. Did you make something delicious for me?

-I understand, Mom.

I love your spicy chicken the most, Mom!

Wow!

-Mila! Stay calm, be careful!

-Mila!

At the end of it all, she saw Jade's face, eyes fierce with authority, a sharp command slicing through the cold, endless dark-snapping her awake.

What had she done?

The knife slipped from her grasp and clattered away. Her hands, still shaking, reached for Sophia's damp, sticky neck. Maybe she'd been out of her mind, because the cut was shallow, just a thin line of blood seeping slowly out. Realizing Sophia's life wasn't in danger, Mila collapsed, drained, and sank to her knees on top of her, arms falling limp to her sides.

She gasped for breath, lungs burning.

Her thoughts were still muddled, children's voices echoing in her ears: laughter and tears-baby talk in a cradle, a soft bundle giggling, that first wailing cry at birth-each memory rattling her chest.

child might make mistakes, be imperfect, stubborn, and difficult, but he would never be cruel enough to treat life as nothing. He'd

voice hoarse and raw

say whether she believed any of it, because she knew Lysander-and using their child as a pawn was exactly the

hear it

then he should bear the responsibility, and she would stand beside him to face it. But whether he was involved or not, before any judgment was passed, she owed it to him-to herself as a mother-to be

to hear Adrian say

the violent coughing beneath her. Reality pressed in hard, and shame swept over

What had she done?

She'd nearly-

made a terrible

ruined

Mila leaned down, lifting her head just enough to look into Sophia's face. Her eyes, bright and clear after all the tears, seemed to glow in

She spoke again.

drops dead-has nothing to do

seized Sophia by the collar and yanked

want him or couldn't care for him, you had options-you could have given him to his uncle or hired someone to look after him. There were a hundred

the one thing you should never have done was help destroy him!

mind wasn't stable, and you knew exactly

"How could you?"

...

Some time later.

for Sophia. She lay on the floor, her beautiful face swollen and

stayed that way for a

her pocket until she found a small metal

drag and immediately fell into a fit of coughing so violent it made her eyes water. She pushed herself up with one hand, the

smoke or the pain from her neck, but