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...

aside the curtain, she revealed a black embroidered men's suit. The suit cuffs were adorned with a unique gold and silver cloud motif, crafted using a

with outstretched wings rested on the suit's shoulder, with a precious red diamond in its beak, positioned right over the heart, shimmering elegantly under the light-a subtle yet opulent

made

selecting and cutting each piece of fabric, stitching each detail, and acquiring

Lysander on their eighth wedding anniversary,

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

her hand,

Lysander; she no longer wanted to give it to him. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to destroy it-it was the product

covering it once again

for one person; there would never be another like it. However,

...

Evening.

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