Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

"Don't touch my mom!"

Forrest raised his brows. This kid-unbelievable. Use him and ditch him the second he's no longer needed. Cunning little rascal.

"Adrian!" Mila's tone sharpened as soon as she saw Adrian talk back. "Mr. Whitmore stayed with you so late and even protected you-what kind of attitude is that?"

"He didn't, he—" Adrian started to shout back, but before he could finish, he felt a gentle weight settle on his head. He looked up to see Mr. Whitmore smiling down at him, warm and unbothered. "It's alright, really," Forrest said. "Kids will be kids. Adrian's just been anxious to find you. Let's go home for now. Next time, if you'd like, I'll show you more photos of your mom from back in the day. How does that sound?"

Adrian glared at him, jaw set tight, but didn't say another word.

Mila paused, caught off guard. "Photos?"

"Pictures from our college trips," Forrest explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "There are a few with you in them as well. I kept all of them. If you're interested, I can show you next time."

His tone was so casual-almost matter-of-fact that Mila couldn't find any reason to object. They had, after all, taken plenty of photos together during those years— weekend getaways, city adventures, spur-of-the-moment road trips. Most of the time, it was Forrest who brought a camera along. It made sense he'd have backups.

"Mom," Adrian whined, clearly annoyed to see his mom chatting so happily with the weirdly friendly Mr. Whitmore. He tugged insistently at Mila's hand. "I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

"Alright, alright. We're going," Mila soothed him, then turned to Nathaniel, who had just caught up. "I'm taking Adrian home. As for Julian, we'll talk once I've sorted things out."

only a second,

distance, he'd watched Mila and Forrest standing close, speaking quietly

to answer. He had never seriously considered stopping her. After all, keeping someone else's child in your house—no matter the reason—just didn't sit right

"Would you like to come in for a bit? Have a cup of

replied politely. She didn't step inside, didn't even ask if Adrian had left anything behind just took her son's hand and hurried toward the

There were things she needed to ask

a mild, indifferent arch of his brow, then quickly caught up to Mila and

fell silent again. No more shouting that could rattle the windows, no more sounds of things being knocked over. The sudden quiet was

paused in the

long had she

she'd

now emerging.

you doing up there?"

always regarded Giselle with

respect-older than them, childhood friends, brilliant and charming, talented in business.

in someone else's marriage was bad enough,

no warmth in