Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 313

"You again? What was your name-Mila, right?"

The woman's voice turned icy. "You've got some nerve, calling here. Lysander's in the shower and can't talk. Don't bother calling again. You homewrecker. Stealing someone else's fiancé-pathetic!"

"Wait, I didn't even know he was-" Mila barely got the words out before the line went dead, replaced by the cold, repetitive beep of a disconnect.

She stood there, in the fading twilight on a noisy city street, ears ringing.

Homewrecker?

She'd never imagined that word could ever be thrown at her. The absurdity and injustice of it hit her full force, leaving her breathless.

It made no sense.

For a moment, Mila couldn't even summon the strength to protest.

She stood there, dazed, lost in the crowd and the city noise. But eventually, she forced herself to breathe, to do something-anything. She dialed Miranda, hoping to ask about Lysander's engagement.

Miranda was the closest connection she had to that world.

well-off, weren't anywhere near the Montgomerys' league. Miranda didn't know much—she just promised to quietly ask around. Mila brushed off

she tried,

to swallow this

She needed answers-because if this rumor got out,

Fortescue City.

rustic inn, sipping steaming black tea and eating

dripping from the eaves in silver threads. Only the hot tea brought warmth against the chill. From their

took a big bite of his pastry. He

for a moment,

to wait for the

The road from Fortescue City to Zionia is paved-pretty much the last smooth stretch we'll get. It's

creasing her brow. "We're running out of

through a checkpoint. Thankfully, Mila still had

left a

in the traffic database. If anyone was looking for her, it was

afford

Solaris City before Lysander caught

the roads after this, so