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.

she only had this

she saw this card as a token of

she made

did, it was mostly to buy household items. Most of

had found her job

tech department. Despite her impressive resume as a Northpoint University computer

she discovered it was Lysander's

Holdings wouldn't

Lysander said

want to be Mrs. Montgomery, then focus on being Mrs. Montgomery at home. The company business doesn't

back, the past seven years were

they ever really been like a

jewelry. Lacking the patience to pack meticulously, she crammed

to see her carrying luggage.

replied offhandedly, not

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

had spoken with the lawyer and had a clear plan, she wasn't going