Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 406

“Don’t be afraid. Wait for me.”

The sharp, elegant handwriting was unmistakably familiar.

Without stopping to think, Mila read the note, then quickly stuffed it into her mouth, swallowing it down with a gulp of coffee.

Even after the wedding dress fitting, when she collapsed onto the bed exhausted, her mind was still spinning.

She recognized that handwriting.

But never in a million years did she expect Lysander would actually come. That he would really risk everything to save her. If she hadn’t been so intimately familiar with his penmanship, she wouldn’t have dared believe it.

This man never stood in front of her.

She’d always told herself not to hope for anything from him. Too many things had happened to prove it—she was never his first choice. In his world, everything and everyone else came before her. She was always the one he could easily let go.

Mostly, he’d given her pain—and hard lessons.

But this time,

Lysander had come to rescue her.

No. She couldn’t believe it.

Don’t forget—the Montgomerys and the Cossios had been at odds for years. A clash was inevitable, probably because of his mother. It couldn’t possibly be for her. Even if he saved her this time, it was probably just incidental... Yes, that had to be it.

All she could do was seize this chance.

Escape.

In the darkness, Mila’s eyes shone with fierce, unwavering hope. She was determined—she would get out.

...

The wedding had been arranged in a hurry, yet somehow it felt as though preparations had been underway for ages.

Everything fell into place quickly.

It was extravagant, to say the least.

Even knowing this was nothing but a farce—that nobody but the groom took it seriously—Mila’s nerves fluttered. For the first time in her life, she was about to walk down the aisle as a bride.

Even if it was all a lie.

She gathered up her heavy skirts and stepped out of the car. A white-gloved hand appeared in her field of vision, then she heard Cossio’s voice, soft and smiling.

“Hold on to me, darling.”

Was it her imagination, or did she hear the faintest catch in his voice? Was he... choking back tears?

Cossio, crying?

The thought shocked her. She’d always believed this cold, ruthless man was incapable of tears. Maybe she was mistaken—the cheers and laughter outside were deafening.

She took his hand, feeling him squeeze hers—hard, almost desperately, as if he’d never let go.