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. They never expected

their gaze, glanced over and, upon spotting Mila, hastily

Lysander emerged from

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

of love in their marriage, Mila knew Lysander well

in that car

wait to get home. Meanwhile, it had been nearly a year since there had been any intimacy between her

had this started between them? How long had they been

inside the doorway of the bar, Lysander hadn't even noticed her. He was

touching, exuding an

her friend's betrayal. She was ready to

her back, speaking coolly, "Don't

lawyer, knew that a public confrontation could harm her career, and there was no

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

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