Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 301

In the second half of the night, Mila Sutherland barely managed to get any sleep.

Maybe it was because her fever had only just broken, or perhaps it was the cramped car seat—all she knew was that when morning finally came, every muscle in her body ached, and a dull headache throbbed just behind her eyes.

Archie Fontaine, on the other hand, was practically bursting with energy.

There’s something to be said about the stamina of a nineteen-year-old college guy—calling it “volcanic” wouldn’t even be an exaggeration.

Of course, it could also be the thrill of his first real road trip, the kind of adventure that had him wide-eyed and restless. He’d already been up for a while, picking up takeout and hot coffee at a nearby service station before Mila even stirred.

So, over breakfast, they went through their respective routines—Archie with his food, Mila with her medication.

Once they’d finished, they hit the road again.

Mila tapped away at her phone, mapping out their route and checking the ETA. If all went well, they’d reach Magnolia Harbor by late afternoon or early evening.

That was the gateway to the legendary Route 317—the beginning of their trek into the wild, winding mountains.

This stretch of road was famous, often called “Heaven’s Road” by those who’d traveled it. It was wild and breathtaking, beautiful and dangerous all at once, and at its far end sat Solaris City, a place dotted with ancient churches and home to renowned priests and monks. The real journey wouldn’t start until they set their wheels on that road.

But first, they’d need to gear up at Magnolia Harbor.

By midday, after grabbing lunch at another roadside stop, Mila grew concerned about Archie’s stamina behind the wheel and suggested she take over for a while.

Archie shot her down with a laugh.

“Come on, Mila, you look like you barely slept last night. You keep nodding off—if you drive in that state, we’ll end up in a ditch. Better rest while you can.”

Mila just sighed.

He wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t really slept—not because she couldn’t, but because she didn’t dare. Every time she closed her eyes, memories of that desperate, hopeless past threatened to drag her under.

Years had gone by since then.