Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 405

“……”

Mila, unable to speak, simply stared back, her face unreadable.

What exactly was she supposed to be happy about?

Should she be thrilled that he’d kidnapped her? Or perhaps delighted that he’d pointed a gun at her?

Even if Felicity were here to witness this, Mila could swear on her life—there was nothing to be happy about. How could anyone possibly love a maniac like him?

She couldn’t even be bothered to respond to his latest bout of insanity.

But just as she was turning away, a sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of her neck. Within seconds, her vision blurred and her body went limp, sliding helplessly downward. What’s happening?

Through the haze, Mila felt him clutch her tightly, his voice trembling as he whispered, “Darling, we’ll be together forever soon. But I don’t know why—I’m scared. Every day I’m more afraid. It just keeps getting worse.”

“So please, sweetheart, just cooperate. Don’t make me afraid, alright?”

—Lunatic.

—No!

—What are you doing now?!

Before she could get a single question out, Mila collapsed in his arms, losing consciousness.

……

When she finally came to, she was lying in a bedroom.

Blinking up at the deep crimson canopy above, Mila felt dazed, struggling to piece together what had happened. After a moment, everything snapped back into focus.

She shot upright, immediately checking herself for any injuries or changes. Nothing. Not wanting to take chances, she hurried off the bed and ran to the door. To her surprise, it opened easily. The guard dog—her usual warden—was nowhere to be seen.

Her confusion only deepened.

……

The day they finalized the wedding gown.

With the ceremony fast approaching and the event set for high society, a whole team of expert seamstresses had been brought in to craft multiple gowns. The castle buzzed with visitors on the day of the first fitting.

As people came and went,

Mila suddenly felt someone squeeze her hand.

Before she could react, something was pressed into her palm. She had no idea what it was, but instinctively, she closed her fingers around it.

Later, during a break, she slipped into a corner, using the voluminous dress to hide her movements as she hurriedly checked her hand. She froze.

It was a note, and there was only a single, short line written on it. The first few words stood out in bold, unmistakable script.