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-

me yesterday you were getting a divorce. I decided there was no point in mentioning the dress since you weren't planning to stay with him anyway. But I never imagined

his mistress, isn't

Jade felt utterly disgusted.

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 gown. Yet, it was all

Her fury was palpable.

...

face turned pale, watching as her great-aunt's chest heaved with emotion. She rushed over, gently patting Jade's back and soothing her, trying to help

Jade was generally in good health, her age made her vulnerable to

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

Mila's eyes

call an ambulance, Jade stopped her

"...I'm fine."

instructed Mila to fetch an unlabelled bottle from her purse. She poured out a few black pills and swallowed them, her complexion improving shortly

concern evident. "Great-aunt, are you alright?" "Don't worry, it's

me. Sometimes, I get short of breath when I'm worked up, so

remained anxious, insisting they visit the hospital for a