Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 339 She yearned for him to appear again.

He was the only one who could save her.

After that, the warm light returned more and more often.

Every tit appeared, Lysander would draw a little closer. Step by step, under Mila's increasingly desperate gaze, he approached-closer and closer-until finally, he stood right in front of her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Mila threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face against his, soaking up the warmth and the solid feel of a living, breathing body.

A real person.

She was no longer alone.

The touch sent shivers of relief and joy through her, bringing her to tears. She sobbed, "Say something. Please, Lysander, say something..." She longed to hear his voice.

Lysander gazed at her quietly, then finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Do you love me?" The girl who had been clinging to him, kissing his face, running her hands over him-froze. Her eyes went blank with confusion, pain shot through her skull, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn't say a word.

She had waited so long for his voice, but now that she heard it, she couldn't process what he'd said, couldn't react.

What was she supposed to say? But Lysander didn't wait for her answer. The moment he realized she wouldn't reply right away, he pried her legs from around his waist, yanked her off, and tossed her to the floor. Ignoring her desperate pleas, he turned and walked out.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Darkness swallowed the room once more.

"Mila? Mila, wake up!" Archie's anxious voice dragged her back to consciousness. Mila's eyes fluttered open; her face was wet with tears, her head throbbed as if someone had struck her with a hammer, a relentless buzzing in her ears.

Something inside her was breaking, struggling, being reshaped.

She was crying, she was in pain-so why was she not afraid? Why did pure happiness bloom somewhere deep inside her? Something inside her was waking up.

She met Archie's worried gaze. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but she managed a smile, tried to say she was all right-then pain crashed over her and she passed out.

Just before she lost consciousness, the sound of her own weeping in her mind rose to a piercing wail, as if screaming in protest.

As if refusing to fall.

Meanwhile In the hof the ranchers who'd given them shelter the night before, a group of burly, rough-looking men arrived unexpectedly. At their head was a man whose gentle expression didn't quite match the muscle behind him.

He pulled out a photograph and asked if the family recognized the woman in it.

It showed a woman in profile—serene, soft smile, a grace that was impossible to forget.

Mila.

The ranchers exchanged wary, confused glances. The man quickly explained that she was his employer's wife, who'd had a falling out with her husband and run away. They were worried about her and just wanted to find her. After repeated assurances, the family finally nodded and told them where Mila had gone.

The men left a generous amount of cash and supplies as thanks. Once they were outside, the leader pulled out his phone. The polite smile vanished, replaced by a cold, chilling calm.

"Ms. Harvey, we've found your person." Whatever the woman on the other end said made him smirk. "Ms. Harvey, I wouldn't recommend making a move just yet. But now we know their destination. It's right on the border-dangerous place, plenty of accidents happen out there. I can guarantee she won't make it back." "Don't worry. As long as the payment goes through, you'll get what you want." Kingsford, the Harvey family estate.

Giselle leaned against the second-floor window, ending her call as a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. These men were efficient exactly what she needed. Lately, Lysander and Forrest both had been frantically searching for Mila.

She'd been worried one of them would get to her first, but while the two men had been busy sabotaging ve each other, her own people had managed to pick up Mila's trail. Giselle immediately ordered them to erase any clues and follow the lead. This would stall Lysander for a while, but not forever.

Thankfully, her team was quick—she hadn't had to wait long. Now, as long as she could keep Lysander distracted with reports from abroad for a few more days, her objective would be achieved.

As for Forrest- Lysander's attempts to hinder Forrest had saved her the trouble of intervening herself. Everything was falling into place.

Giselle's smile brightened, but out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a pale-faced child approaching. She faced child quickly composed herself, kneeling to embrace the boy as he collapsed into her arms. "Adrian, another nightmare?" Adrian nodded, his eyes red-rimmed with tears.

Lately, the nightmares had been relentless-always about his mother. He kept asking his father when Mom would cback, when she would take him home. The answer was always the same: "Soon." But when? He missed his mother so much. He'd never been apart from her for this long.

He wanted her back-so badly it hurt, so badly he could barely keep from crying.