Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 298

If she could forget the pain her family had carved into her from childhood, then surely she could forget the flutter of her heart for one person.

Mila had always been good at shutting the door on her feelings.

...

After that night, Mila decided to quit her job as a court assistant.

When she went to hand in her resignation to the court manager, Lysander happened to be there, deep in conversation with the manager. He didn't even glance her way, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Thankfully, having already performed a sort of emotional amputation, Mila felt nothing but numbness as she handed over the letter.

The manager looked surprised, instinctively glancing at Lysander's impassive profile before quickly looking away.

After a brief attempt at persuasion, Mila insisted she was too busy with her studies, and that was that.

From that day on, she never set foot on the court again, never asked about Lysander, forcing herself to cut him out of her life completely.

to the court because of the person who played there. Now that she'd made up her mind,

threw herself into her studies like a woman possessed, diving so deep into textbooks and programming projects that she sometimes dreamed of the clacking of keyboards

friend Miranda had seen

already jumped up several

Miranda shut Mila's laptop, pulled her up, and dragged her out

I haven't even

fine," Miranda waved

...

a cozy lounge bar—quiet, tasteful, and nothing like the rowdy student

Miranda rattled off a list of drinks and had them lined up in front of Mila,

just pushed the drinks away, silent. She didn't mind alcohol, but her tolerance was terrible-one cocktail and she'd flush bright red, two beers and she'd be under the table. Ever since the night she blacked out, she'd sworn off drinking altogether. She hated the feeling of losing

Miranda gave her a reassuring look, then sighed. "Honestly, you need to relax. You've been wound so tight lately. Did you know you've been shouting academic jargon in your sleep?

embarrassed. "Seriously? Why didn't you guys tell

It's just for a while no big deal. We're all friends, we get it." Miranda shrugged, but her concern lingered. "But

in anyone about her first crush. And once things fell apart, she had even

a rush of discomfort. She grabbed a drink and knocked

her a napkin. Mila shook her head, dizzy from the sting,