Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 1

January 15th, Kingsford.

On a deep winter's night, thick snowflakes drifted down, blanketing the ground in

a heavy layer that quickly turned to slush under the constant tread of pedestrians and vehicles.

At the curb sat a sleek blue Audi.

Mila Sutherland, wrapped snugly in a white down coat, clutched a bouquet of freshly bought roses as she made her way to the car, dialing Lysander Montgomery's number.

Today marked their eighth wedding anniversary.

She had wrapped up work early, hoping to surprise her husband with a candlelit dinner to celebrate making it through the infamous seven-year itch, stepping into their ninth year of marriage.

The first call went unanswered.

She tried twice more, waiting patiently each time until a cold voice finally came through.

"What is it?"

smile waned, but she gently reminded him, "We planned to have dinner out today, remember? The

"Busy with work."

could say another word, the

her phone tightly, shivering as a gust

remember what

always being postponed or brushed aside; he couldn't spare

fatigue

herself and called her son, Adrian

with his grandmother so she and Lysander could have

dashed, she needed to pick up her

lavish corner of an upscale restaurant sat an elegant woman

oblivious to the flashing call on the

set

to the boy and asked, "Adrian, do you like the game console I

momentarily stunned by the voice before a

crush. Wasn't she supposed to be pursuing her doctorate abroad? Why

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