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.

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

how she tried, she couldn't let

going to

needed answers-because if this rumor got out, how could

Fortescue City.

next morning, Mila and Archie sat outside a rustic inn, sipping steaming black

Outside, 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

letting the rain gather in his palm, then took a big bite of his pastry. He sounded a bit frustrated. "When's

moving through the drizzle for a moment,

to wait for the

last smooth stretch

frowned, worry creasing her brow. "We're

a checkpoint. Thankfully, Mila still had her temporary ID on her,

left a big

it was only a matter of time before they found her-maybe a day or two, at

afford

Solaris City before Lysander

the roads after