Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 575

The lawn was alive with laughter and conversation.

Despite a few hiccups, the engagement party was finally underway. Once the toasts were mostly done, Mila told the guests to make themselves at home-eat, drink, play, and relax as they pleased. After all, the whole resort was booked out for a month. Even after today, she and Forrest would be staying on for a while, so it made sense to let everyone enjoy themselves now.

Mila leaned over to Forrest, murmured a few words, then slipped away toward the back of the estate, planning to catch her breath and change into something more comfortable before rejoining the festivities.

She'd made it halfway down the hall when someone called her name.

Howard hurried up, looking pale. He lowered his voice. "Ms. Sutherland, there's a problem. Mrs. Montgomery... she's gone. Mr. Sutherland took Mr. Montgomery to the security room to check the cameras."

Mila froze.

She blinked, trying to process the words. Had she misheard? Who was missing?

Mrs. Montgomery.

Felicity?

"Mmm... That smell... roses?"

The sun was setting, painting the resort grounds in warm amber. Felicity wandered among the deep green trees at the edge of the property, eyelashes fluttering as she followed the faint scent she'd caught earlier on the lawn.

It was a strange, lovely fragrance.

Like roses.

Felicity knew that scent well.

Not long ago, Mila had gifted her a special bottle of rose perfume. She'd adored it, used it often, even tried to mix her own version, but she could never quite capture the same note. Later, she'd called Mila and learned that the perfume's roses were a rare variety, created by the perfumer's mentor through years of cultivation. No wonder she couldn't replicate it.

own garden roses just

idea of recreating the scent, and the little bottle

close. Her nose was sharp; this wasn't the same perfume,

wound deeper into the woods behind

of rose was

She passed through the dusk

stepped inside and stopped,

the outside, the building looked old-fashioned, almost like a country chapel. Inside, it was hollowed out-two stories open to the peaked roof, empty save for a pair of stained-glass windows set into the wall. The fading sun blazed through them, scattering red and gold light across the bare

the windows was

could only

long, brushing his shoulders

She could tell, just from the sharp lines of his shoulders and neck, that he

She smiled to herself.

paused at the door, peeking in. There was

not even a single

the scent was

gaze drifted back to the man. He wore a black trench coat,

fixed on the sunset outside. The last light gilded his figure in

fragrance in the air

felt a

strange sense of familiarity tugged at her. Had they met before? She was certain she'd remember a presence

A figure like this...

forehead. The scent

"Are you coming in?"

as velvet-warm, familiar, almost as if they'd known each other for years. It

slowly looked up, just in time to see the man turn to face her, the sunset