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.

league. Miranda didn't know much—she just promised

tried,

going to

had to get to the truth. She needed answers-because if this rumor got out, how could she hold her head up

Fortescue City.

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

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

rain gather in his palm, then took a big bite of his pastry. He sounded a bit frustrated. "When's this rain going to stop? We have to make it to Zionia

watched the passersby moving through the drizzle for a moment,

going to wait for the rain to

last smooth

brow. "We're running out

they'd passed through a checkpoint. Thankfully, Mila still had her temporary ID

left a

database. If anyone was looking for her, it was only a matter of time

afford any more

Solaris

not be much help on the roads