Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 527

“...Yeah.”

“Alright, let’s eat first.” Forrest turned to Nathaniel, who was still staring in disbelief, and said, “Mr. Pembroke, looks like the kid’s hungry. Shall we start dinner? Sorry for the trouble.”

“Oh, no trouble at all.”

Nathaniel snapped out of it and told the staff to serve the food.

A few seconds later, it finally dawned on him—this was his house! Since when did Forrest act like he owned the place?

And how did Forrest end up speaking on Mila’s behalf?

Entrusting him with the care of a child, no less!

What was going on between those two?

If anyone was more baffled and shocked than Nathaniel, it was Giselle. She’d watched the whole thing unfold, her teeth grinding in frustration.

She couldn’t make sense of it.

When did Forrest and Mila become close enough to trust each other with their kids?

Not that she minded, in fact, she was glad to see it.

She just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.

The thing was, her own project with Forrest was still underway. He’d provided her with an entire development team, which meant he basically held the fate of the whole project in his hands... If he got what he wanted and didn’t need her anymore—especially if someone started whispering in his ear—

That could be trouble.

Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. By that time, Lysander would probably be back, and the project would be out of her hands anyway.

Still, she couldn’t let it go.

She wanted nothing more than to pull Forrest aside and demand answers, but she couldn’t do it in front of the child—not after the tension in the room moments ago. For now, she’d have to swallow her questions.

So Giselle sat down at the table too, deciding she might as well help smooth things over.

Nathaniel, for his part, wished she’d leave.

Unfortunately, she was his sister Sophia’s guest, and he’d never been able to stand up to his sister—even the thought of her losing her temper made him shudder.

That reminded him... Forrest just said Mila had gone to the hospital, and his sister was over there too... But Leonard was with her, so it should be fine, right?

Please, let nothing else happen.

...

The sun had set; the moon was high.

Night had fallen completely, and the hospital’s emergency stairwell was pitch-black except for the glowing green exit sign.

In that eerie green light, two women lingered—one standing, the other slumped against the wall. Neither spoke. At some point, the knife had fallen to the floor. Only their ragged breathing echoed in the darkness.

After a moment,

If you trust your child...

Why are you crying now?

Crying so hard it breaks your heart.

Sophia couldn’t help but admire her—such a beautiful face, especially when it was ruined by tears. There was a kind of broken, desperate beauty in it.

“Angry, are you?”

She felt the cold edge of the blade biting into her neck, skin splitting, blood welling up. But Sophia seemed immune to pain—she just laughed. “You’re furious, aren’t you? If I’d kept quiet, maybe you could’ve kept lying to yourself. Maybe you could still see your son and your husband as perfect.”

...

Mila pressed the knife down until the only sign Sophia was still alive was the faint, shuddering laughter vibrating through the blade.

This woman was a complete lunatic.

She didn’t care if she lived or died.

Mila’s hand trembled uncontrollably.

Her mind was reeling, her breath coming in sticky, shallow gasps, as if the blood oozing between her fingers was drowning her.

The world narrowed, red and suffocating, until there was nothing left but the darkness closing in.