Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 75

"That was my personally crafted haute couture wedding dress!"

Jade glared at Giselle on stage, her fingers dancing across the harp like a celestial being, as she spat out her words with barely contained fury.

Mila was taken aback, bewildered by the intensity of her great-aunt's reaction. She hadn't mentioned that Giselle was the woman Lysander had been cheating with. If Giselle had bought the dress, it was simply a transaction-a buyer and a seller. Why was her great-aunt so upset? Did she have a personal vendetta against Giselle?

Just as Mila was about to inquire, Jade spoke again, her voice brimming with anger. Only then did Mila understand-

The wedding dress hadn't been bought by Giselle. It was commissioned by Lysander months ago for a specific purpose.

Jade seethed as she recalled-

"He approached me, asking for a bespoke wedding gown."

"I remembered that you and he had only gone through a civil marriage without a proper ceremony. When he mentioned a wedding dress, I assumed he was planning a belated wedding for you two. Though I never cared much for him, I thought it was for your ceremony, so I took on the project."

Her anger grew as she continued-

the dress since you weren't planning to stay with him anyway. But I never imagined

his mistress,

Jade felt utterly disgusted.

hadn't crafted a dress herself in years, usually leaving it to her apprentices and staff while providing only the design and inspiration. For this wedding dress, she had assumed it was for her grand-niece, painstakingly selecting exquisite jewels and personally stitching each lifelike embroidered rose onto the

Her fury was palpable.

...

watching as her great-aunt's chest heaved with emotion. She rushed over, gently patting Jade's back and soothing her,

health, her

please calm down. I don't care about him anymore. Whatever he does has nothing to do with

in Mila's eyes as she tried to

to call an ambulance, Jade stopped her by grabbing her

"...I'm fine."

to fetch an unlabelled bottle from her purse. She poured out a few

bottle, her concern evident. "Great-aunt, are you

of breath when I'm worked up, so I got these

remained anxious, insisting they visit the hospital for a