Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 3

The car rolled into a suburban neighborhood, stopping in front of a charming three-story house with a quaint garden.

Handing the car keys to the housekeeper, Mila strode inside. The warmth enveloped her, chasing away the chill that had clung to her from outside.-

Ignoring the greeting staff, she headed straight for the bedroom to pack her belongings.

The thought of Lysander reconnecting with Giselle without her knowing, and even involving her child, churned Mila's stomach. She felt nauseous.

She had no desire to stay a moment longer in this house.

There was a lot to pack, but she focused on essentials: personal clothing, a few winter outfits, and some valuable jewelry she often wore. It all filled a large suitcase.

As she reached for the nightstand, her fingers brushed against a secondary credit card.

This card was linked to Lysander's account.

Given that their marriage was forced by their elders, Lysander had always been wary and stringent with her, never providing her with an allowance.

Their son had his own card.

only had

a token of

she made

rarely used it. When she did, it was mostly to buy household items. Most of the time, she relied on

found her

Despite her impressive resume as a Northpoint University computer science Ph.D., she was rejected without even

she discovered it was Lysander's

Holdings wouldn't accept

Lysander said

being Mrs. Montgomery at home. The company business

seven years were filled with countless

they ever really been like a married

valuable jewelry. Lacking the patience to pack meticulously, she crammed everything into

the sound, surprised to see her carrying luggage. He hurried

Mila replied offhandedly, not interested

for so many years, having shared a bed with him, she was all too aware of his ruthless, vindictive nature. Even in personal

and had a clear plan, she wasn't going to