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

matter how she tried, she couldn't let it

going to swallow

the truth. She needed answers-because if this rumor got

Fortescue City.

sat outside a rustic inn, sipping steaming black tea and eating hearty beef pastries for breakfast—a local

a 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

pastry. He sounded a bit frustrated. "When's this rain going to stop? We have

drizzle for a moment, then spoke decisively.

going to wait for the rain to

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

worry creasing her brow. "We're running out

Mila still had her

it left a big

were now in the traffic database. If anyone was looking for her, it was only a matter

afford

reach Solaris

roads after this,

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