Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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!"

wreckage, gasping for breath. One trembling hand covered her face as she sobbed,

all want to make my life hell,

one will have

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

the person in this photo

address tomorrow and meet

day-Bamboo

was teaching Julian how to paint when her phone

shifting. On the screen was a photo of a pair of hands bruised,

last name

Giselle Harvey?

only Harveys Mila knew were the Harvey family, and she doubted the

would Giselle send

Mila felt a knot twist in her stomach. Whoever owned

Giselle had sent it for a reason-it had to

Someone important.

Who could it be?

immediately dialed Giselle's number, but

declined. It was clear Giselle would only talk face

Should she go?

The next day.

quiet café

a private booth, a single cup of coffee on the table,

printed

her guest hadn't arrived. Giselle waited calmly. She was certain Mila would show

stepped in, wearing a wide-brimmed brown hat. Howard

and said coldly, "I told you

lucky I came at all," Mila replied, settling into the seat across

Giselle who'd summoned her-there was no way she'd