Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 337

In the car, Archie noticed Mila’s face was pinched in discomfort, her brows drawn tight. He could tell she was battling a headache again. Leaning over, he murmured softly, “Mila, if you’re not feeling well, try to get some sleep. I’ll keep an eye out.”

Mila nodded faintly.

After a moment’s hesitation, she took a deep breath of oxygen, but the pain lingered. Giving in, she closed her eyes and slipped into restless dreams.

A vague sense of dread crept in.

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Somewhere in the dark, the faint clink of chains echoed, along with a girl’s barely audible murmur.

“It’s so dark… didn’t anyone turn on the lights?”

Mila groped blindly through the blackness. The chain around her ankle rattled with every hesitant step. She felt disoriented, still not fully awake.

Ever since she’d moved into the manor, Lysander’s relentless demands—at all hours, in any place—had destroyed her sleep cycle. Day and night blurred together until she could barely tell them apart.

She assumed it was night now.

But after a bit of fumbling for a light switch, Mila noticed something felt off. The room’s layout didn’t make sense. Gradually, she came to her senses.

This darkness wasn’t normal.

It was absolute—so deep she couldn’t even see her own hand in front of her face.

She’d been walking for ages and hadn’t bumped into anything. The place felt empty. Nothing but her—no furniture, no walls, just a void.

What’s going on?

Am I blind?

Or is this something else?

A wave of terror washed over her, her breathing quickening. She began stumbling around, the chain rattling loudly in the silence.

“Is anyone there? Why aren’t the lights on? I can’t see anything!”

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

“Lysander! What are you trying to do?!”

By the end, her voice had risen to a furious scream.

No one answered.

She explored every inch of the space—nothing but emptiness. Not even a door. It was as if she was trapped in a box, walled in on every side.