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!"

hand covered her face as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. When she finally looked up, there was nothing

life

will

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

to know who the person in

this address tomorrow and meet me. Come

next day-Bamboo Grove,

was teaching Julian how to paint when her

On the screen was a photo of a pair of hands bruised, battered, the bones clearly broken. Along with

last name was

Giselle Harvey?

were the Harvey family, and she doubted the parents would contact her this way. That left

Giselle send

photo, Mila felt a knot twist in her stomach.

hands, Giselle had sent it for a

Someone important.

Who could it be?

dialed Giselle's number, but there was no

was declined. It was clear

Should she go?

The next day.

café in

alone in a private booth, a single

stack of printed

her guest hadn't arrived. Giselle waited calmly. She

swung open. Mila stepped in, wearing a wide-brimmed brown

photos and said coldly, "I told you to come

at all," Mila replied, settling into the seat across from her, face expressionless. "What do you want

and considering it was Giselle who'd summoned her-there

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