Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 289

Chapter 281

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"What is it that I want to know?"

Giselle hesitated for a moment before clicking into the message. The file was extensive, packed with written details—and photos.

By the time she'd scrolled through everything, her face had gone ghostly pale. Her grip on her phone was so tight it looked as though she might shatter the

screen.

This was exactly what she'd wanted to know.

Every detail from seven years ago, all the secrets and tangled history between Lysander, Mila, and Forrest during her time abroad-it was all laid out, stark and undeniable.

She didn't know who sent the information, but it matched her own research, only with even more excruciating detail.

Almost all of it was true.

So...

"You lied to me."

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Lysander, you actually lied to me."

The words had barely left her lips before she snapped. The phone flew from her hand and smashed into the wall, the screen exploding in a spray of glass.

But even that didn't come close to quelling the rage inside her.

Like a woman possessed, Giselle tore through the room, ripping and smashing everything within reach. Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with venom and hysteria.

"Lysander! How dare you lie to me!"

out, Giselle collapsed onto the floor amidst the wreckage, gasping for breath. One trembling hand covered her face

you all want to make my life hell, then don't think you'll

will have

found her backup phone. She took a screenshot of one of the photos from her inbox, sent it to Mila, and typed a

who the person in this photo

to this address tomorrow and

day-Bamboo

Julian how to

at it, her expression shifting. On the screen was a photo of a pair of hands bruised, battered, the

sender's last name was

Giselle Harvey?

Harveys Mila knew were the Harvey family, and she doubted the parents would contact her

would Giselle send her

the photo, Mila felt a knot twist in her stomach.

had sent it for a reason-it had to be someone connected to

Someone important.

Who could it be?

number, but there was no

time the call was declined. It

Should she go?

The next day.

café

alone in a private booth, a single cup of coffee on

printed documents

her guest hadn't arrived.

in, wearing a wide-brimmed brown hat. Howard

the photos and said coldly,

the seat across from

considering it was Giselle who'd summoned her-there was no way

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