Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 461 Thankfully, everything had been meticulously planned before she arrived.

She quickly collected herself and got down to business.

All she needed to do was follow the prearranged import contract for crude oil- raise the price a bit, trim the supply just enough. With her side controlling the supply line, she could afford to ignore most of the other party's objections. After a round of back-and-forth, the deal was sealed.

In the end, the terms stayed within both parties' acceptable limits, and everyone stood to profit—smore, sless. As the supplier, Mila was more than satisfied.

The dinner meeting was winding down.

Mila raised her cup of tea in a polite gesture.

On the other side, drinks were casual-Leonard and Cara each joined her for a glass of wine, but nothing more. Their guests didn't mind. It was common knowledge by now: the new chairwoman of Montgomery Holdings wasn't fond of alcohol. When Chairman Sutherland first took over, there'd been plenty of attempts to pressure her-forcing drinks, playful hazing at dinners-but after a few botched deals and sstinging lessons, no one tried that anymore.

These days, at spartnership dinners, the more perceptive hosts didn't even bother serving alcohol, offering fine tea instead, hoping to curry favor.

Mila herself didn't really care. She wasn't fond of drinking, but if others wanted to, that was their business. She had no habit of spoiling anyone's fun.

In fact, companies that had worked with Montgomery Holdings for years found her approach much easier to accept. Compared to the previous chairman-who had a reputation for being ruthless and leaving nothing on the table-Chairman Sutherland always left a little room in negotiations, never stripping her partners bare.

At least she was reasonable.

Whatever others thought, the deal was done. Mila exchanged a few polite words, then, full of thoughts, was first to leave.

Outside, the city lights shimmered against the night.

Cara hurried after her. "Chairman Sutherland, there's a business banquet at eight thirty tonight-half an hour from now-" "Cancel it." Another banquet? Mila's mind was scattered; she could barely get through this meeting with her composure intact. She waved Cara off and climbed into the car. On a second thought, she rolled down the window and called out, "You've worked hard on this project, Cara. I've sent you a bonus-and take a few days off to rest." As Leonard pulled away from the curb, Cara fished out her phone and counted the zeros in her bonus deposit, barely able to contain her excitement.

Working for Chairman Sutherland was definitely the right move! "Is something on your mind, Chairman Sutherland?" Leonard, in the driver's seat, had noticed her distracted mood all day and finally spoke up.

Yeah. Something was definitely weighing on her.

Something absurd, actually.

If she said it out loud, people would think she'd lost her mind.

She didn't even understand it herself. All it took was soffhand comment from Felicity-when she wasn't even fully conscious-and Mila was suddenly paralyzed with fear. It made no sense.

She was never this timid.

That night, after finally managing to fall asleep, Mila had a nightmare. First, she dreamt of a Roman banquet Lysander taking a bullet for her collapsing onto a floor strewn with roses, blood blooming around him as his breath faded away... Then she saw a hand reaching out from a grave, Lysander himself, caked in mud and blood, dragging himself out and grabbing her by the throat, shouting, "I love you so much-why won't you cdown here with me?" She jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

For a while, she just sat there, dazed. That sense of strangeness she'd been ignoring for so long was suddenly sharper than ever. Something felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Mom?" Adrian, who'd been sleeping beside her, woke up with a start.

Honestly, it was a little embarrassing. Maybe it was sheer terror, maybe just avoidance—either way, Mila hadn't dared spend the night alone. She'd been too scared to visit the old house and see Felicity, so she ended up seeking out her son instead.

Now she regretted it.

In the dead of night, under the faint glow of the nightlight, she looked at her son's eyes—so much like his father's, sly and sharp. Mila quietly climbed out of bed, and when she spoke, she forced her voice to stay gentle.

"Go back to sleep. Mommy just has something to do." She turned and left.

Adrian rubbed his eyes, but he was too sleepy to care. He flopped back down and was out in moments. Milà, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. She wandered the hallway in her robe, letting the night air coother off for half the night before finally making a decision.

She couldn't go on like this.

It was starting to mess with her normal life.

If you're scared, face it head on! So, with her mind still foggy, not really knowing where the courage cfrom, Mila grabbed her keys and drove herself straighcemetery in the middle of the night. She shivered as she stepped out of the car into the chilly air, suddenly questioning her own sanity.

The night guard was startled, too—it was rare to see anyone show up at this hour. Once he'd confirmed she was family, he let her through.

Well, she was here now.

No matter how jittery she felt, her steps were steady as she made her way directly to Lysander's. Lysander's grave. As spre approached, her pace slowed.

She took a few deep breaths before stepping closer, circling the large plot and scanning every inch. The earth was packed solid.

Standing among the marble headstones, the cold wind finally cleared her head: she couldn't help but laugh at herself, smacking her palm against the back of her head. "What am I doing? Am I losing it?" How could something so ridiculous possibly be real? She shook her head, half exasperated, half amused. What was she thinking, sneaking around a cemetery in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

She stared at the faded photo on the headstone, emotions tangled-amusement absurdity, m ve maybe even sadness. With a sigh, she turned to leave, but suddenly a voice called out behind her, carried on the cool night breeze. "Ma'am, you-" "Ahhh!"