Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 8

After discussing their impending divorce for what felt like hours, Mila and Miranda finally left the cozy bar around ten in the evening.

As soon as they reached the entrance, Mila came to an abrupt halt.

"What's up?" Miranda asked, stepping out from behind her.

"It's Lysander's car."

Mila pointed to a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked diagonally across the street, its license plate boasting the number 99999.

She knew it all too well.

Just as they were puzzling over why Lysander's car was parked there, the rear door swung open, and out stepped a striking woman in a cropped pink puffer jacket.

Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, her enchanting doe eyes glistening with unshed tears, and her cheeks were flushed even in the biting winter air. Her steps were unsteady, and her jacket hung open, giving her a somewhat disheveled appearance.

Something was definitely off.

recognized her instantly: Giselle, Lysander's old flame from way back. They never expected to run into her like

sensing their gaze, glanced over and, upon spotting Mila, hastily covered her

Lysander emerged from the

his ensemble: he wore a tailored suit, unbuttoned; the white shirt beneath was unbuttoned at the collar and sported a lipstick smear; his lips

in their marriage, Mila knew Lysander well enough to recognize he

had happened in that

flame, he couldn't even wait to get home. Meanwhile, it had been

between them? How long had they been

the doorway of the bar, Lysander hadn't even noticed her. He was too busy steadying the wobbly Giselle,

were nearly touching, exuding an air

her

held her back, speaking coolly, "Don't make a scene. I've

career, and there was no sense in

caught Miranda off guard, and she was momentarily stunned. "You had the presence of

more when she felt Mila's hand trembling against hers. Her anger was swiftly replaced by a wave of