Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 306

But of course, there are always exceptions.

Take Lysander's father, Conrad Montgomery. The man was hopelessly devoted to his wife-so much so that it still surprised Mila sometimes. After all, he was the first of the Montgomerys to break the mold.

But honestly, compared to Lysander, Archie was a much better companion. He was the warm-hearted type-maybe a little too nosy and gossipy for his own good, but harmless all the same.

Still, the mess between her and Lysander? That was the last thing she'd ever share with Archie. Once he knew, the whole world would know.

"Grown-ups' business, Archie. Kids shouldn't pry," Mila teased, her mood suddenly lifting for reasons she couldn't explain.

Archie bristled at that.

Amidst the bickering, they managed to finish their meal. Afterwards, they headed to the cottage Archie had booked. At least tonight, they wouldn't be sleeping in the car. After a hot shower and some time to freshen up, Mila was out like a light, her mind drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Northpoint University, gymnasium.

The basketball game had just wrapped up, and the men's locker room was buzzing with energy. A dozen guys-bare-chested, muscles rippling-shoved and joked with one another, their laughter echoing off the tile.

with dinner plans, but soon

to Lysander, who was still dressed in his tracksuit, leaning against the lockers.

tonight,

sneaking off after practice, never hanging with us anymore. Wait-don't tell me you're seeing someone? When did this happen? And where's

special," someone else chimed in, and the

guys have too much free time. Now get out of here-drinks are on

that's what I call generosity!"

into cheers, and the teasing

pairs, still laughing and shoving each other on their

was alone in the

slow smile spreading across his face, and opened a tall locker. Inside, a girl sat curled up, her eyes covered with a tie, her cheeks flushed deep

you take off the tie?" he

voice cool. "Didn't want to see something

classes when Lysander messaged, telling her to come to the gym. Their two-month "contract relationship" had terms-no crossing the line, no going public,

for dinner, but instead, he whisked her straight into the men's locker room and kissed her- without the slightest care