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.

from way back.

and, upon spotting Mila, hastily covered

Lysander emerged

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

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

had happened in that car was

the presence of his old flame, he couldn't even wait to get home. Meanwhile, it had been nearly a year

had this started between them? How long had they been deceiving

even noticed her. He was too busy steadying the

were nearly touching, exuding an

shameless fools!" Miranda exploded, fueled by outrage over her friend's betrayal. She was ready to

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

career, and there was no

she was momentarily stunned. "You had the presence of mind to take

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