Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 269

Will you ever come back after going abroad?

Mila didn’t even have to think about it—her first instinct was to shake her head. But then she worried it sounded too final, so she gave a little nod as well.

After everything that had happened last time, the trauma was still fresh.

Unless the legal team or Charlotte found some irrefutable evidence—something that could really turn the case around—she wasn’t planning on coming back. If no new evidence came to light, she could always choose to file for separation after two years instead.

Even though she hadn’t said a word, Forrest could read her thoughts just by the look on her face. He smiled and said, “Then I’ll just have to visit you overseas as often as I can.”

Mila parted her lips, wanting to tell him he didn’t need to go through all that trouble. But then she thought about everything he’d done for her, all the ways he’d helped. In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

She wanted to excuse herself and go rest, but as she glanced down, her eyes caught on Forrest’s elegant hands, resting quietly on his lap. Suddenly, she remembered what he’d said to Giselle at the party earlier that evening.

*Sorry, it’s been years since I played. My hands are out of practice.*

The thought nagged at her. She couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t play piano anymore?”

Forrest froze for a moment, his fingers giving the slightest, almost imperceptible tremor. He lowered his gaze, the reflection off his glasses hiding his eyes, though he still wore a gentle smile.

“It’s been a long time,” he said quietly.

Mila bit her lip. Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it, she decided not to press. She started to get up, but just then, his hand closed gently but firmly around her wrist.

She turned to find Forrest watching her, an unmistakable sadness flickering in his eyes, though his voice was soft and steady. “If you ever want to hear me play, I will. For you.”

Mila’s heart skipped a beat.

She stood there stunned for a couple of seconds, not sure what to say. But then, Forrest abruptly let go of her hand, turning his face away as he spoke in a rough, quiet voice. “It’s late. You should get some rest. We can talk about the piano another time.”

Mila didn’t quite understand what had just happened, but her heart was suddenly racing. She nodded quickly and left the room.

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