Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 327

Fortunately, it wasn’t too late.

On stage, Forrest sat at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys. Under the soft glow of the lights, he seemed to shine. Mila stood in the audience, eyes brimming with tears, her heart overflowing with emotion.

In that moment, she knew—he was the one. The person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

She stepped forward, moving in time with the gentle melody, each step bringing her closer to a happiness that felt almost within reach. Her eyes sparkled with hope.

Miranda, watching from the crowd, couldn’t contain her curiosity. She pulled out her phone, eager to identify the tune.

“This sounds so familiar,” she murmured. “And it’s really beautiful.”

Within moments, her app delivered the answer.

She glanced up, excited to share the discovery with her best friend—only to find that Mila was gone. On her phone’s screen, the song’s title spun in a loop:

“I LOVE YOU.”

I love you.

…

Somewhere in a dark, narrow corridor, a girl’s startled cry was abruptly cut off.

“Leonard, what are you—!”

Mila had been about to cross the dance floor, but halfway there, a strong hand seized her arm and yanked her away. Before she could even scream, a hand clamped over her mouth and dragged her down the hall.

For a split second, as the lights flickered, she saw his face.

Leonard.

Back in the ballroom, the crowd swayed to the music, oblivious to the brief drama unfolding just out of sight.

Mila struggled free at last, only to stumble into a pitch-black room. The door slammed shut behind her, the click of the lock echoing in the dark. The air was thick with tension, each breath tight and ragged.

Panic clawed at her chest.

Without thinking, she lunged for the door, twisting the handle and pounding against the wood.

“Leonard! Leonard, open the door! Let me out!”

She could hear footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, and the sound of heavy breathing. Terror squeezed her heart until she could barely breathe. Her composure shattered.

“Leonard, please! Please let me out! I’m begging you, don’t lock me in here! I’m really scared, please, I’m begging you—ah!”

She could feel his hot breath closing in.

Mila scrambled away, blindly running farther into the room, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was raw with fear and desperation as she shouted, “It was you! You took it! It wasn’t my fault!”

Afraid she might provoke him further, she quickly changed her tone.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll go to the hospital with you, okay? I swear I didn’t put much in there—please, let’s just see a doctor, my boss said it was harmless, really!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—your fiancée, call her! Let her come here, please, I’m begging you…”

Mila ran frantically around the room, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.

Somewhere in the darkness, a low, mocking laugh echoed. She caught a whisper—hoarse, almost inaudible. “Who was that drink meant for?”

Her mind was too clouded by panic to answer. Taking advantage of a brief opening, she lunged for the door and pounded on it, crying for help.

No one answered.

He pinned her against the door. All reason fled as she thrashed and kicked, her hand accidentally brushing against the light switch. Suddenly, the room blazed with light, blinding her for a moment.

She didn’t notice—

The young man pinning her, his eyes red and brimming with tears, a single drop falling onto her hair.

He dragged her back into the room.