Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 15

## Lillian's Studio

Mila walked into another room and flipped on the light switch.

There, resting on a mannequin, was a deep purple embroidered suit with intricate designs-a custom piece for an important client.

This client was shrouded in mystery. Despite the personalized nature of the suit, Mila had never met him. Instead, he had sent over a detailed list of

measurements and style preferences through an intermediary. The dimensions were impressive, and so was his taste.

If it weren't for a close friend's recommendation, Mila might have hesitated to take

the job.

to a substantial sum, a hundred thousand dollars,

touches, ensuring everything was perfect. That night, she decided to stay at her studio to

of the suit and worked on updating her portfolio. Time slipped

inviting her out for dinner, that Mila realized how hungry she was.

to the private restaurant Miranda had

a beat when she saw her son, Adrian, leap out of the car and run eagerly

throat, like a stone

was indeed different from just hearing

chest, she shakily lowered the car window a bit. Adrian's innocent

back now, so why can't I live with you? I really, really miss spending time with you

head, her lovely eyes full of warmth and her

eyes sparkled

remained silent, and then nodded with