Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 276

Things were starting to spiral out of control.

Her patience was wearing thin.

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Bamboo Grove.

After the chaos of the auction, Mila felt too anxious to even consider going for a walk, so she returned home early.

As soon as she got back, she shut herself in her art studio, turning to painting in hopes of calming her nerves.

Julian kept her company, painting quietly by her side.

It wasn’t until evening that she bathed her son, read him a bedtime story, and, still uneasy, held him close as she drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the study—

Forrest had come home late. The company was facing unexpected trouble, and he hadn’t had a moment to rest.

He sat at his desk, leafing through documents while Howard gave him a detailed account of what had happened at the auction.

When Howard finished, his gaze dropped to the file Forrest was holding. He hesitated, then spoke up: “Sir, perhaps you should show this file to Ms. Sutherland. If she saw it, she’d finally give up on Lysander. There’d be nothing left between them.”

This file was something Forrest had asked Howard to investigate before returning to the country.

It contained a meticulous record of everything related to Ms. Sutherland’s marriage seven years ago—including all the things Lysander had done in the shadows.

That marriage had been doomed from the start, born of nothing but absurdity.

If Ms. Sutherland saw this file and learned the truth, she’d finally be able to cut Lysander out of her heart for good. Only then would Forrest have a real chance.

Forrest’s hand paused over the stack of papers.

Of course he knew.

He didn’t say a word, just silently turned page after page, until he came across a photograph tucked inside the file.

It was a photo of two hands—brutally battered, the bones crushed by a hammer. The pain had been so searing that even after seven years, he still couldn’t forget it.

Howard blinked, then understood. Of course, Forrest wanted Ms. Sutherland to finally let go of Lysander. But the truth in that file would devastate her. She might even break down completely—and Forrest couldn’t bear to be the one to cause her that pain. He wanted to remain someone warm and safe in her eyes.

Howard sighed. “So, what do you plan to do?”

Forrest thought for a moment, adjusting his silver-rimmed glasses. The lenses caught the light, casting a faint reflection.

“When you were investigating, didn’t you find out that Giselle was also looking into this? If she wants the truth, find a way to pass it on to her. I’m sure she’ll know what to do.”

It was a reasonable plan.

Howard knew all too well that the Harvey family heiress had an unhealthy obsession with Lysander. If she realized that exposing the truth would end his marriage for good, she’d jump at the chance to make sure Ms. Sutherland saw it.

All they needed was the right moment.

And yet...

Howard hesitated, wanting to say more, but in the end, he simply nodded. “Yes, sir.”