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.

the Wayne family, though well-off, weren't anywhere near the Montgomerys' league. Miranda didn't know much—she just promised to quietly

how she tried, she

to swallow this

the truth. She needed answers-because if this

Fortescue City.

inn, sipping steaming

fine mist fell endlessly, water dripping from the eaves in silver threads. Only the hot tea brought warmth against the chill. From their spot, they could see mountains shrouded

then took a big bite of his pastry. He sounded a bit frustrated. "When's

for a moment, then spoke decisively.

going to wait for the rain to

smooth stretch we'll get. It's just a light rain,

brow. "We're running out

checkpoint. Thankfully, Mila still had

left

traffic database. If anyone was looking for her, it was only a matter of time before they found her-maybe a day or

couldn't afford

had to reach Solaris City

much help on the roads after