Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 481

Mila really did bring it for her!

Felicity lit up instantly, darting over to Mila and nuzzling her affectionately. “Thank you, Mila! I absolutely love it.”

Conrad watched the scene, feeling a knot tighten in his chest.

Lately, he’d become so unwelcome that nothing he did seemed to please Felicity anymore. They’d even been sleeping in separate rooms for a while now. Even his daughter-in-law seemed to hold a higher place in Felicity’s heart than he did.

All he could do was console himself.

Once that person was dealt with, everything would be better.

He wouldn’t have to keep doing things that annoyed Felicity. They could finally go anywhere together, without limits, without the fear that had shadowed them ever since that terrible incident with Cossio years ago.

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That night, Mila stayed over at the old house.

After Felicity went to bed, she and Conrad spent half the night poring over every detail of tomorrow’s travel route, double- and triple-checking safety precautions. Only when everything seemed in order did Mila allow herself to relax—though not completely.

The next morning,

Felicity was up early, practically buzzing with excitement. She dragged Mila—who was still bleary-eyed from their late-night planning—into the walk-in closet to help pick out something to wear.

It took a while before they were finally ready to go out.

It was the cusp of spring and summer, and the weather was already turning warm. The two women had similar tastes, both choosing dresses of a nearly identical cut.

Perhaps it was because Felicity hadn’t had much to worry about these past years—or maybe her mind had grown more innocent with age—but she looked more vibrant and youthful than ever. Her cheeks glowed, and her skin was smooth and clear. She wore a pale lavender dress with a flared, tulip-shaped skirt and a cropped black jacket. Walking beside Mila, she didn’t look like anyone’s elder—more like a sister.

She radiated youth.

Mila, on the other hand, had skipped her usual muted tones for once. She chose a black satin skirt with the same tulip silhouette, a fitted black top, and a tailored black blazer thrown over her shoulders. The look gave her an edge of cool professionalism—a shield against the nerves churning inside her.

She was under tremendous pressure.

She wanted Felicity to enjoy a day out, to grant Eugene’s wish of seeing his mother, but she was also on high alert about their safety.

It was a lot to juggle.

Oddly enough, Conrad—the one who’d always been the most anxious and resistant to Felicity going out—now just smiled easily from the sidelines, as if he’d never objected to any of it.

Well, so be it.

The decision was made.

Mila slipped on a pair of sleek, comfortable flats and walked over to Felicity with a reassuring smile. “Ready?”

Whatever happened, she’d done everything she could.

And this rare outing—she was determined that Felicity would have a wonderful time, full of laughter and joy.

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