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.

She wasn't passionate about the game. She only ever went to the court because of the person who played there. Now that she'd made up her mind, there was no

that she sometimes dreamed of the clacking of keyboards and

best friend Miranda had

you're going to turn your brain to mush," Miranda declared. "You've already jumped up several places

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

haven't

fine," Miranda waved

...

cozy lounge bar—quiet, tasteful,

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

cocktail and she'd flush bright red, two beers and

ABV. Even if you get tipsy, I'm right here to get you home safe, promise." Miranda gave her a reassuring look, then sighed. "Honestly, you need to relax. You've been wound so

blinked, embarrassed. "Seriously? Why didn't you

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 something going on that

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

She grabbed a drink and knocked it back in one go, not even noticing how it

slow down!" Miranda quickly handed her a napkin. Mila shook her head, dizzy from the sting, and headed for the restroom to splash some cold