Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 282

The fog lifted.

Suddenly, everything became clear—clearer than it had ever been.

. . .

Two hours later.

Howard had been waiting outside the entire time, growing more anxious as the minutes ticked by and no one emerged. Just as he finally decided to push open the door, it swung inward from the other side.

Mila staggered out, her face ashen and her eyes vacant, on the verge of collapse. Howard rushed forward, catching her before she could fall.

“Ms. Sutherland? Ms. Sutherland?”

The sound of her name seemed to reach Mila through a haze. She tried to answer, but the world spun, darkness closing in, and she crumpled in his arms.

“Ms. Sutherland! Ms. Sutherland!”

Panic flickered across Howard’s face as he gathered her up and hurried outside.

The doctor later said she’d fainted from sitting too long, combined with emotional shock. On the drive to the hospital, Mila regained consciousness halfway there.

She insisted the driver turn the car around and head back to Bamboo Grove.

“I’m fine—just a little low blood sugar,” she explained, managing a faint smile. “I just need to rest. No need for the hospital.”

After reassuring Forrest over the phone, Mila hesitated for a long moment before finally broaching what was really on her mind.

“Forrest, could you… play the piano for me tonight?”

There was a long silence on the other end, then Forrest’s gentle voice came through. “If you want to hear it, of course I’d play. But tonight might not be possible. Maybe another time, all right?”

But Mila knew the truth. It wasn’t just tonight—not ever again.

Her heart clenched as she remembered the photos: Forrest’s hands, fingers broken and covered in scars. She bit her lip, afraid her voice would betray her, and simply murmured an agreement before hastily hanging up.

. . .

The car pulled up to Bamboo Grove.

Mila retreated to her room, asking Howard to keep an eye on the child, and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn’t come out until evening.

By the time she reappeared, her face was calm again, betraying nothing.

She said nothing about what had happened. She tucked the child into bed as usual, woke them gently when sleepwalking threatened in the night, and then lay beside them until they both drifted off again.

Everything was exactly as it had always been—unremarkable, routine.

But the next day, Mila quietly asked Howard to remove all the security personnel from the villa grounds. Then, without a word to anyone, she crossed the street to Lillian’s Manor.

She went alone.

Archie Fontaine was behind the wheel of a black SUV, grumbling as he drove toward Crimson Gardens.

The university was closed for the holiday, and Archie had planned to hit up the bar with his friends. Instead, his father had called and ordered him to visit his cousin, insisting he needed to “learn some life lessons.”

He’d only agreed because he thought he might finally catch his cousin, Lysander, in a compromising situation—maybe snap a few scandalous photos. But when nothing interesting happened, Archie lost all motivation. Still, he was too afraid of his father’s wrath to skip out entirely. If his dad really flew in from overseas to drag him there, it’d be game over.

So here he was.

“Ugh. What a pain,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Just then, Archie spotted Lysander’s car speeding out of Crimson Gardens, his cousin’s face set in grim determination.

Where was he rushing off to? Meeting a lover, maybe?

Why else would he be driving himself, looking so urgent?

Archie’s curiosity was piqued. He waited a minute, then tailed after him.

The rain intensified as they drove. Archie watched Lysander’s car turn into a gated neighborhood called Bamboo Grove.

Not wanting to get caught, Archie parked in a secluded spot, then dashed after him through the rain, camera at the ready.

This time, he’d get undeniable proof of his cousin’s affair—enough to shove in his parents’ faces and finally be rid of these ridiculous “life lessons” for good.