Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 12

Miranda's eyes lit up with excitement, "You've finally come around!"

Mila's skills in design were nothing short of extraordinary. Even in an area like computer programming, which she modestly claimed wasn't her strongest suit, she had risen to an expert level. As a teenager, her talent as a designer was already evident, and she had been mentored by an internationally renowned fashion designer, one of the founders of a major global haute couture brand. With such a rich pool of resources and a strong network, her potential was limitless.

Unfortunately, due to family circumstances and her decision to pursue further studies in computer science for Lysander after marriage, her design career had been put on hold for several years.

But with Mila's natural talent, if she decided to return to the field, it would be like a fish returning to the ocean, destined to thrive and transform with the winds of opportunity. Her future would be boundless.

...

Both had work commitments the next day, so after a brief chat, they headed back home.

As Mila returned to her apartment near the company, her phone buzzed unexpectedly. Who would be messaging her so late?

Curious, she opened the message and was surprised to see it was from her grandaunt. She hadn't dared to call during the day and hadn't expected a reply to her message so soon.

Quickly, she opened the message.

attending Rosalia Fashion Week abroad, and later I have commitments at the Verdelune Fashion Week. I'll discuss your matter when I return at the end of the month. Bring your

her grandaunt remained

ever.

that her grandaunt had replied suggested a possible thaw in their relationship, finally allowing Mila's tense nerves

a rare piece of good

a few weeks until the end of the month, Mila needed to manage her current projects and prepare thoroughly. Her grandaunt was

going

she succumbed to

...

Gardens, the Montgomery family

retired for the night, leaving Adrian alone in his room, absorbed in a video

who would just nag him with endless reminders. Yet, being

always up for some fun. His

dad's office, his father had sent him home

Liar!

his phone and called Lysander. It took a while,