Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 562

The bedroom door rattled on its hinges, but Adrian's furious shouts were louder still.

"Mom!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Mila's fingers tightened around the fabric of Forrest's shirt as Adrian's voice rang through the hall. She pressed her lips together, half her face turned into the shadows.

This engagement had happened so suddenly. She hadn't told her son a thing. She'd simply made the decision herself.

It was her own life of course Adrian's opinion mattered, but it couldn't be the only thing that decided her future. Still... she hadn't figured out how to explain it to him.

Now that he knew, there was no point hiding. Sooner or later, she'd have to face this.

She exhaled quietly and started to push herself up, but Forrest caught her damp hand in his own. His voice was gentle above her. “Let me handle it. You take care of yourself."

He handed her a glass of peach iced tea.

When she looked at him in surprise, Forrest grinned. "Well, if I'm going to be a father soon, I'd better get used to sorting things out with my son, right?"

He had a point.

Mila knew Forrest would be a good father, someone who'd step up when it mattered. But if Adrian never accepted him... that would be difficult. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fix this alone.

"You've done more than enough. Let me take it from here," Forrest said softly, smoothing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll go."

She nodded, then after a moment's hesitation, reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. She brushed a quick kiss across his cheek. "A reward?"

of peaches lingered between

froze, then burst out laughing and gently pinched her

on the door grew more

Mila urged, giving him

with a smile, and headed for the door. He opened it and, before Adrian could rush inside,

I want to see my mom!" "Sure," Forrest

kitchen with two glasses of iced peach

three times. "Adrian, open up. Running away from

No answer.

keypad on the door. His tone remained patient. "Adrian, come on. We have to talk

Adrian called from inside, voice muffled but

was silent for a moment. "You sure you won't open up? Because I

Inside, Adrian ignored him

door

had a digital

networked together. Sure, Forrest

it from the inside. Even with the code, no one could get in. Not unless

to give in to this liar who

care about him

later, the door clicked

He leaped up from the floor, face flushed with anger. "Get out! Did my

with rage, eyes

glowing keypad, brushing his fingers over

cracked the lock, that's all. Not too

electronic, nothing ever really stood in his way. It was all just lines of code—predictable,