Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 316

A gentle rain fell, misting the air as red maple leaves drifted to the ground.

Beneath the shelter of a white umbrella, Mila tilted her head, her eyes searching the man before her. Forrest’s handsome features blurred through the curtain of drizzle, yet somehow, he seemed more vivid than ever.

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say so much, but all that came out was a broken sob. Her chest ached with tangled emotions—pain, longing, humiliation—swelling inside her until she could barely breathe.

After a long pause, she managed just one sentence, her voice barely above a whisper, as if it took every ounce of strength she had left.

She said, “Forrest, it hurts so much.”

It was the raw truth, stripped of pretense. She stood before the one person who’d seen her at her lowest—there was no point in hiding anything.

Forrest’s eyes filled with sudden warmth and pain.

Unable to hold back any longer, he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her—around this rain-soaked, trembling girl, shivering from cold and exhaustion. He gently rubbed her back, silent but comforting.

They held each other in the rain.

Neither spoke.

Yet in that embrace, Mila found a comfort deeper than words. The tension in her limbs began to ease, as if new life was being breathed back into her tired body.

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At the institute, in the break room.

After a hot shower, Mila changed into fresh white clothes and sat quietly in a chair, towel in hand, still a little unsure of herself.

“Forrest?” she ventured.

He smiled kindly. “Just call me Forrest, or even ‘brother’ if you’d like. That’s what you always called me before, remember?”

He offered her a mug of warm milk, then—almost automatically—took the towel from her, intending to help.

Flustered, Mila pulled away. “I—I can manage, thanks.”

Sensing her discomfort, Forrest didn’t insist. Instead, he handed her a hairdryer. “Dry your hair, or you’ll catch a cold.”