Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 343 **Hospitalized?** Abandoned? Hurt? What did that mean? Mila's hands trembled as she thought about calling back, but Forrest's mother's words still echoed in her ears. She didn't dare. For a moment, it felt as if the whole world had turned its back on her.

She was surrounded, nowhere to run.

Just then, her phone rang again. This time, it was Lysander.

"What do you want?" His voice on the other end was no longer warm or inviting, but cold and distant.

Mila's mind was in chaos, too muddled to notice the change in his tone. Her throat tightened, and she choked out, "Lysander, why aren't you home? I—I'm pregnant." There was a long silence before he finally answered, his tone flat. "So what?" She froze. "What... did you say?" "Are you expectingto take responsibility? Have you ever stopped to think about who you are? We're from completely different worlds. What makes you think you're qualified to be my wife, to join the Montgomery family?" The phone slipped from her hand.

His words, suddenly so unfamiliar and cold, sliced through her like a knife, leaving her breathless with pain and nausea.

She stumbled to the bathroom and vomited until her face turned pale, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. A nurse noticed her distress, quickly called a doctor, and soon Mila had been given smedication and was told to rest in an empty hospital bed, urged not to get upset again.

She lay there, numb.

The entire day felt surreal, like she was trapped in a nightmare. The warmth and comfort of the past few days shattered in an instant. Her phone buzzed non-stop on the nightstand she didn't even need to look to know it was her parents, pressuring her to drop out of school and chto get married, driving her to the brink. Everyone was pushing her.

She buried her head in her arms, curling up as tightly as she could, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.

Thunder crashed outside her window.

And then- Another voice rose inside her: Why should he get to throw you away so easily? Why should he take what he wants, then discard you when he's done? Why? No matter how battered or isolated her spirit became, there was a stubbornness deep in her bones that refused to break.

Mila lay there for a long time.

Ignoring the cold rain and swirling snow outside, she hailed a cab and headed toward the outskirts of the city. She remembered, from a chance conversation between Leonard and Lysander she'd overheard in the mansion, where Lysander's parents lived.

If Lysander wouldn't acknowledge her, then she'd go to his parents herself. She had no other choice. No way out.

She couldn't let herself be dragged into the mud again.

Night fell, bringing a torrential downpour that masked the thunder's fury.

In the old manor, Felicity Fontaine had taken her evening medication and was lounging on the sofa, half-asleep in the warmth. A housekeeper gently massaged her shoulders.

Suddenly, a deafening crash jolted Felicity awake.

"What was that?" "Ma'am, I didn't hear anything," the housekeeper said anxiously. Felicity's health had been fragile lately, and the staff were worried she was imagining things again.

But Felicity shook her head, bewildered. No, she was sure she'd heard it-a heavy thud, unsettling and ominous.

Where had it cfrom? Who was it? She pushed herself off the sofa, not bothering to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot outside, the housekeeper calling after her in alarm.

She splashed through puddles, hurrying across the courtyard toward the front gate.

Who could it be? "Hurry, go get Mr. Fontaine! Quickly!" the butler shouted, grabbing an umbrella and Felicity's shoes before rushing after her. "Ma'am, please slow down! It's raining put on your shoes!" The gate swung open with a crash.

There, kneeling at the threshold and soaked to the skin, was a girl with blood streaking her face. She collapsed into Felicity's arms, clutching her desperately.

"I-I'm carrying Lysander's child. I need to see his parents. Please, letsee them."

Felicity stared in shock at the trembling girl in her arms. Rainwater mingled with blood on Mila's don forehead, her eyes were wild with desperation and a heartbreaking fire. It was the look of someone broken, yet still burning with defiance.

Instinctively, Felicity tightened her hold, screaming for help.

"Someone! Please, someone cquickly!" At that moment, Mila's heart, which had been clinging to hope, finally settled. She curled up in Felicity's fragile embrace, gripping her tightly.

Back then, Mila thought she'd finally been saved.

She didn't realize she was only trading one hell for another-sinking from one swamp into a darker abyss, falling deeper and deeper.

As if trapped in a nightmare that would last seven years.

A small town inn.

Incense burned down to ash, leaving a faint scent in the air. The woman ΟΠΤ on the bed slowly opened her eyes, confusion giving way to clarity, her gaze growing brighter and more animated by the second.

She slipped out of bed, pulling a deep red shawl around her shoulders, and stepped past Archie, who was dozing at the bedside. She heard it-someone calling her, just outside the door. The voice was warm and familiar.

She walked out.

Her figure disappeared into the heavy darkness of the night.