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

tried, she couldn't let it

going to swallow

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

Fortescue City.

inn, sipping steaming black tea and eating hearty

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

He sounded a bit frustrated. "When's this rain going to stop? We have to make it to Zionia tonight, no matter

moving through the drizzle for

to wait for the rain to

smooth stretch we'll get.

frowned, worry creasing her brow. "We're

they'd passed through a checkpoint. Thankfully, Mila still

it left

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

couldn't afford any

Solaris City

the roads after