Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 14

Because her services were both intimate and impeccable, her reputation was stellar, and her designs were uniquely luxurious with a classical touch of mystery, Mila had carved out a niche for herself among the elite circles over the years, thanks to her rare and exquisite embroidery skills.

However, due to time constraints, she hadn't been able to showcase her work at larger international events. For now, her custom pieces were priced in the tens of thousands, rarely breaking into the six-figure range.

But now, with more time to devote entirely to her art and design, Mila anticipated that her growth would accelerate.

As she unlocked the door to her villa and stepped into the expansive foyer, Mila took in the sight of the walls adorned with oil paintings and ink drawings, mostly portraits. There were also numerous design drafts of unfinished garments.

The floor was cluttered with racks filled with various fabrics, half-finished outfits, mannequins, and other miscellaneous items.

For the upcoming weekend, she could immerse herself fully in her work here.

Upstairs, the second floor was dedicated to finished pieces, valuables, and portfolios. Mila headed straight upstairs.

As she opened a door and saw a mannequin draped in cloth, she couldn't help but pause.

This suit...

revealed a black embroidered men's suit. The suit cuffs were adorned with a unique gold and silver cloud

the suit's shoulder, with a precious red diamond in its

made Mila's heart

had created for Lysander, painstakingly designing the drafts during sleepless nights, carefully selecting and cutting each piece of fabric, stitching each detail, and acquiring the rare red diamond through a gem broker. It had taken over three months

planned to gift it to Lysander on their eighth wedding anniversary, but that

she looked at the suit and recalled the humiliating confrontation on the street the previous evening, Mila felt an overwhelming urge to shred

hand,

Lysander; she no longer wanted to give it to him. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to

covering it once again with the cloth. Perhaps she would find another

never be another like it. However, finding a new owner wouldn't

...

Evening.

Gardens, the Montgomery family