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.

much for sports. She wasn't passionate about the game. She only ever went to the court because of the person who

the clacking of keyboards and the blur of colorful code on

friend Miranda had seen

"You've already jumped up several places in the

pulled her

my code! I haven't

be fine," Miranda

...

took her to a cozy lounge bar—quiet,

had them lined

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

you home safe, promise." 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

"Seriously? Why didn't you guys

but her concern lingered. "But now you've made the cut, you're

first crush. And once

grabbed a drink and knocked it back in one go, not even noticing how it burned until her

down!" Miranda quickly handed her a napkin. Mila shook her head, dizzy from the sting, and headed