Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 249

That evening, Forrest found himself returning home late once more due to work commitments.

He had informed Mila in advance that he'd be back later than usual and had something important to discuss. So, after tucking Julian into bed, Mila waited for him in the living room on the ground floor.

The room was illuminated by the soft glow of a warm lamp.

Mila sat enveloped in the dim light, and as sleepiness crept in, she was struck by a strange sense of déjà vu.

Ah, yes.

In the past, she would often wait in the living room for Lysander to return home. Yet, more often than not, she waited in vain, with no sign of him or any message.

Throughout their seven-year marriage, she had been alone in her waiting.

Until she no longer wanted to wait.

Perhaps it was weariness from the late hour that made her emotions hard to control. Her vision blurred as she suddenly saw a tall figure approaching her.

Who was back?

Instinctively, she reached out and her hand met something solid.

The tall figure took her hand, his grasp warm and dry. He knelt in front of her, looking up with a gentle smile.

"Mimi?"

The familiar voice snapped her back to reality, and she withdrew her hand as if shocked.

Forrest had only loosely held her hand, allowing her to pull away easily. He remained unfazed, continuing to kneel and look up at her with a smile.

"Did I keep you waiting long? Are you tired?"

Mila shook her head lightly. Though fatigue was evident in her voice, it was imbued with a rare softness.

"Did you have something to discuss?"

Under the soft light, her weary yet beautiful features were accentuated, and Forrest's eyes, behind his glasses, were drawn to her with a gentle glow.

Hearing her question, he slowly stood up.

"Let's go to the study."

...

Given the algorithm's potential, its future prospects were immeasurable.

In simple terms, even if she did nothing to aid the company's operations, merely collecting dividends would be immensely profitable.

She could retire comfortably on the spot.

Yet, Mila felt nothing but panic. She hurriedly placed the documents back on the table and pushed them toward Forrest.

"What does this mean?"

"Mimi."

Forrest's smile faded, and he looked at her earnestly.

"Back in college, you witnessed the birth of this algorithm. Without your encouragement and support, it wouldn't exist. Besides, some of the programming code in it was your work. This is what you deserve."

Mila quickly shook her head.

"No, no, no, what I did was insignificant. The code I wrote was just basic, foundational stuff, not even part of the core."

Regarding the algorithm, she felt her contribution warranted perhaps one percent of the shares, at most.