Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 7

In the dimly lit corner of a trendy bar called "Luna," two striking women sat across from each other. One of them, a short-haired woman named Miranda Wayne, was visibly seething.

"What does he think he's doing, Mila? This is a slap in the face!" Miranda nearly thrust her phone into Mila's face, displaying the headlines she had read earlier

that day.

"Everyone knows about Giselle and Lysander's past. Childhood friends! Betrothed since they were kids! It's no secret. And now, while he's still married, he brings her into his company as the CEO of a subsidiary he personally oversees? He's making a mockery of you!"

Mila lowered her thick lashes, offering a nonchalant smile. "Is it the first time they're laughing at me? Let them be."

From the moment she fell for Lysander and married him, Mila had become the subject of ridicule among their social circle. Countless acquaintances whispered behind her back, envious and scornful that a so-called "trophy wife" managed to capture the elusive Lysander.

Enduring indifference and emotional neglect after marriage only fueled the gossip that Lysander didn't truly care for her. Each public encounter felt like an opportunity for those around them to belittle and taunt her.

every whisper, she might have driven

news still stung

science and honing her skills, eager to contribute to

freshly returned from abroad, was seamlessly appointed as the head of Montgomery Holdings' new tech division—a clear path paved for

divorce, not them," Mila said,

Mila's confidante. Though she rarely handled divorce cases, Mila had immediately thought of her when she decided to end

put away her phone. "Fine," she grumbled, "let's not talk about

documents on the table and placed it in

the documents you sent last night. This prenup is airtight. If you divorce Lysander,

nor trusted her, which is why he had insisted on

about a settlement?" Mila asked

live off

for the seven years she devoted to their marriage, a