Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 314

Snow was swirling in the air, blanketing everything in white.

On the winding mountain road, a black SUV sat parked on the shoulder.

Archie slumped in the passenger seat, breathing heavily. His head pounded, a wave of dizziness washing over him. Frowning, he pushed away the portable oxygen tank Mila offered.

"Just― Just give me a minute. Let me adjust."

Mila, bundled up in her puffer jacket, glanced at the altimeter and sighed. "We're already at about 13,500 feet. You've made it this far-just hang in there."

But Archie was stubborn. He insisted on toughing it out.

Mila gave up arguing and simply pressed the oxygen mask to his face. He had no choice but to take a breath.

After just one inhale, he fell silent.

"Still dizzy?" Mila asked, her tone cool and matter-of-fact.

"No," Archie admitted after a moment, catching his breath. Frustration crept into his voice. "I just don't get it. I'm supposed to be the healthy one here. You're the fragile one. Why am I the one with altitude sickness, and you're totally fine?"

She shrugged. "Maybe you're just too healthy for your own good."

shot her a look,

knows, maybe the altitude sickness will hit me later. I'll need you to drive the rest of the way, tough

and they pressed on, racing the

took over-driving while hooked

Both were completely spent.

had booked, barely making it to

***

Back at Northpoint University.

digging around, trying to find out more about Lysander's

himself. She couldn't just sit back and accept being cast as

asked him at the very beginning—he'd said nothing about being engaged, nothing about a fiancée. Why keep it

ever done to deserve

and again, finally

you tell me you were engaged? Why did you drag me into this?" Her voice shook with anger and

pause. Then Lysander's voice came through, cold, impatient, and tinged with exhaustion. "Mila, what does this have to do with

you'd be so difficult. I tried for ages, and you never gave in. Honestly, I'm over it. I could pick up a girl at any club who'd be so much more fun and attentive. Wasting

again. You're

background, Mila thought she heard a woman's mocking laughter,

The line went dead.

stood there, surrounded by the crimson and gold of the maple grove. Autumn leaves drifted down around her, the air heavy with loneliness and

bitter laugh