Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 524

Pembroke Family Living Room

Smack!

Adrian planted his foot on the sofa, slapped Giselle’s hand away from his cheek, and hurled his toy to the floor with all the force a six-year-old could muster.

“Go away!”

“You’re a liar!”

Giselle froze, knuckles whitening around the video game controller in her hands. After a few seconds, she looked at Adrian, her face twisted with hurt. “Adrian, you think I’m… a liar?”

“That’s right!” Adrian jabbed a finger at her, the words bursting out in a rush. “It’s all your fault! That’s why my mom never wants to be around me. I don’t want to play your stupid games—I want my mom! I want my mom!”

He leapt from the sofa and ran to Nathaniel, shoving the laptop off his lap and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “You jerk, give me back my phone! I want to see my mom!”

“She’s not coming back.”

The words dropped into the room like a stone, killing all sound.

Giselle, who had stood motionless until then, slowly turned around. A faint, cold smile curled her lips, though her eyes were blank. Each word came out sharp as ice. “Didn’t you know? Your mother came back already. The moment her plane landed, she went straight to the hospital to see Julian. She left you behind. She’s not coming back.”

“Adrian, don’t you get it yet?”

“Your mother doesn’t love you. She loves Julian—the good, obedient, perfect Julian. How could she possibly love a troublemaker like you? You’re the kid who pushed someone down the stairs. You’re always acting out. Only I—only I love you, Adrian. I never judge you, I always believe you, and I’ll never abandon you. Only me!”

Giselle was nearly hysterical.

Ever since the Montgomery family got involved, she hadn’t been able to get close to Adrian. And yet, at some point, the little boy she’d always been able to control had started slipping away from her grasp.

She couldn’t accept it.

It was all Mila’s fault!

“Giselle! That’s enough!”

Nathaniel, who’d just stooped to pick up his battered laptop, felt his nerves snap at her words. He barked at her and reached out, trying to cover Adrian’s ears.

Too late.

Adrian stood there, stunned for two seconds, then let out a piercing shriek.

“You’re lying! I don’t believe you! I want my mom! My mom would never—she, she…” His voice shook as he screamed, but his eyes were filling with tears, and soon his voice faded.

It was true, wasn’t it?