Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 376

She must have guessed Mila wouldn’t show up at the party. The day before the event, Giselle suddenly sent her a photo.

In the picture was a Fortunate Gold and Jade Locket.

Mila couldn’t have recognized it more clearly—she’d seen it countless times. But wasn’t this locket supposed to be with Adrian? How did it end up with Giselle?

Her face darkened.

Years ago, her great-aunt Jade had returned home and met Adrian for the first time. She’d taken an instant liking to her grand-nephew and, with great care, sourced a rare piece of creamy white jade. She personally designed the locket, then commissioned the St. Clair family’s master carver to bring it to life. Afterward, she’d taken it to church, where Father Benedict himself blessed it.

All of this was meant to protect Adrian, keeping him safe from harm and wishing him a healthy, fortunate life.

But now, that very locket was in Giselle’s hands.

Thinking of how Adrian treated Giselle—and how much he seemed to like her—Mila doubted Giselle had stolen it. Far more likely, Adrian had given it to her himself.

Mila took a deep breath, her anger simmering.

Never mind how much love and care her great-aunt had poured into crafting the Fortunate Gold and Jade Locket. Just the value of the piece alone was immense—worth a small fortune.

She had told Adrian before:

Even if you don’t want to wear it, you can just put it away somewhere safe at home. But don’t just give it away to someone else!

And to Giselle, of all people!

Unbelievable. Mila was at a loss for words.

She had to force herself to breathe slowly, steadying her emotions. She didn’t even need to ask—she knew exactly what Giselle meant by sending that photo. Giselle wanted her to come and collect it.

Of course, Mila would get it back.

But why was Giselle so eager for her to attend the party? What was she planning by taking the locket from Adrian? Surely it couldn’t just be about provoking Mila into coming.

What could possibly happen at a party?

Or was this about driving a wedge between her and Adrian? If so, Giselle was wasting her time—there was no need.

Mila understood perfectly well by now what kind of lunatic Giselle was. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down, even over a single photo like this. Anything could be a trap.

After all, this was a woman who’d once hired a hitman.

And when Mila recalled what Charlotte had told her, it fit: Giselle likely wanted to use this party to force Mila to leave the country.

But why?

The mandatory waiting period for divorce was ticking down—soon, it would be over. Mila didn’t get it. Wouldn’t her divorce be a win for Giselle? Why was she so desperate to send Mila abroad? She’d never understood how a madwoman’s mind worked.

In any case, the real question was:

How could Giselle force her to leave the country?

Lost in thought, Mila stared at the softly glowing phone screen. The locket in the photo gleamed with a gentle luster—it was beautiful.

Suddenly, a chill ran through her.

The locket!