Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 308

Chapter 300

Mila sat beside her, forcing a smile.

This was her first real taste of what power could do a storm that shattered her resolve, leaving no room for pride.

Just as Miranda was getting worked up, threatening to report what had happened, Mila's phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.

She answered.

A young man's voice came through, laid-back as ever.

"That grant you applied for? It's been approved, but nothing's finalized yet. Things can always change... Mila, let's talk. Come to this address tomorrow night."

He recited the name of a hotel and a room number.

It sounded less like a request and more like a statement-he assumed she'd show up, and before Mila could respond, he hung up.

Mila stared at her phone, her face blank. It took her a long moment before she suddenly reached for Miranda, who was still rambling on, and asked quietly,

"Miranda, compared to the Montgomerys, how does your family stack up?"

"Huh?"

off guard by the question. She didn't answer right away, just made

Mila didn't get it.

family is a skyscraper, my family's a little cottage. If

She got it.

no point asking the Waynes for help. If she wanted the scholarship and the grant, there would

to agree to Lysander's offer to

text to that number with no name attached. Just

don't want the grant

and deleted the number in

That just meant she'd have to work a few extra jobs over the summer to get by. She'd survived worse-she

was

sand, a line that, once crossed, would drag her into an abyss she'd never escape. She couldn't do it. She wanted to live

long time afterward, she couldn't make sense

she let go, never tried to force anything, never made a scene-so

Why?

money mean you could just trample people,

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