Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 549

She was caught in a double bind.

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Honestly, at this point, I can’t tell which of you is the bigger headache— you or Cossio. You’re both equally troublesome, there’s no real difference. So, I’ll cut ties with both of you in my own way.”

Neither side gave her any real sense of security.

She was done being trapped in the middle.

She needed out.

With her mind finally made up and all her pent-up frustration poured out, she let out a deep breath. Even the eyes she knew were still fixed on her didn’t bother her anymore. She spat out three words, sharp and final, before hanging up.

“Coward.”

He didn’t even have the guts to face her openly.

Why should she be afraid of him?

...

“Sir.”

“Ma’am hung up.”

In the cold, steel-gray room, Leonard held the disconnected phone, tilting his head toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A crimson armchair sat by the glass.

A man sat there, facing the city, black dress shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal lean, well-muscled forearms. One arm rested carelessly on the red armrest, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface.

At Leonard’s words, the man’s fingers paused.

After a long moment, Leonard heard a low, amused chuckle, tinged with genuine pleasure. “Keep an eye on her. She’s terrifying when she’s angry—don’t let it mess with the plan.”

“Yes, sir.”

...

Across town.

Mila hung up and refused to let those watchful eyes get to her. She turned on her heel, heading for the parking lot, but barely made it a step before Nathaniel, who’d just finished paying, called out to her.

“Wait, Mila.”

She stopped, looking back. “What is it?”

Their eyes met. Nathaniel hesitated, glancing away before finally saying, “Well, you’re into antiques and jewelry, right? There’s an auction coming up in a few days—our family’s hosting it. Want to come with me?”

An antique auction.

Once, Mila might have been interested, but now? She didn’t have the time or the energy.

Worse, the mention of an auction brought back the memory of that last time—a pair of rare ruby earrings, lost in a bidding war that spiraled absurdly, selling for millions above their worth.

Turned him down? A date? Nathaniel was thoroughly confused now.

Mila sighed. “If you’re here to visit someone, Mr. Johnnie, we won’t keep you any longer.” The whole scene was getting more awkward by the second; she needed to put an end to it.

...

Johnnie didn’t push it.

After a few polite words, he watched them walk away, his smile fading as he pulled out his phone. The screen said “Call in Progress.”

“Professor,” he said quietly.

He started toward the hospital.

Johnnie stepped into the elevator.

Whatever the professor said on the other end made his frosty expression thaw into a faint smile. “Alright, I’ll set it up. If you’re coming in person, do you want to see Eugene Montgomery first?”

The elevator doors slid open.

He walked to a hospital room and quietly pushed the door.

Inside, a teenage boy turned to look at him.