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.

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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.

truth was, Mila never cared much for sports. She wasn't passionate about the game. She only ever went to the court because

into her studies like a woman possessed, diving so deep into textbooks and programming projects that she sometimes dreamed of the clacking of keyboards and the blur of colorful code on her screen. She worked even harder

friend

brain to mush," Miranda declared. "You've already jumped up several places in the class rankings, your scholarship's been approved come on, you

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

I haven't

it'll be fine," Miranda

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cozy lounge bar—quiet, tasteful, and nothing like

they sat down, Miranda rattled off a list of drinks and had them lined up in front of Mila, grinning. "Drink

cocktail and she'd flush bright red, two beers and she'd be under the table. Ever since the night

tipsy, I'm right here to get you home safe, promise." Miranda gave her a reassuring look, then sighed. "Honestly, you need to relax.

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

scholarship. It's just for a while no big deal. We're all friends, we get it." Miranda shrugged, but her concern lingered. "But now you've made the cut, you're still going full throttle. What gives? Is

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

question hanging in the air, she felt a rush of discomfort. She grabbed a drink and knocked it back in

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