Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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?"

the question. She didn't answer right away, just

Mila didn't get it.

the Montgomery family is a skyscraper, my family's a little cottage. If they're an aircraft carrier, we're a toy plane. Get

She got it.

If she wanted the scholarship and

to agree to Lysander's

text to that number with

don't want the

blocked and deleted

few extra jobs over the summer to get by. She'd survived worse-she could get

her body was out of

in the sand, a line that, once crossed, would drag her into an abyss she'd never escape. She couldn't do

afterward, she couldn't

go, never tried

Why?

and money mean you could just trample