Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 333

She had to get out-no matter what.

Her first instinct was to reach out to Forrest, but she hesitated. How could she possibly explain everything? She'd been the one to propose, listened to his confession, and yet somehow ended up in another man's bed.

Even if it hadn't been her choice, the guilt was still overwhelming.

Miranda was out of the question, too.

All she could do was turn to her great-aunt overseas.

Her great-aunt, Jade Sutherland, had fled their hometown years ago and settled in England. Mila had only reconnected with her after she herself escaped to study at Kingsford. But Jade's career had taken off—she was always busy, and their contact had been sporadic at best.

Not long ago, when Mila's parents had shown up to pressure her into marriage, she'd thought about asking Jade for help. In the end, she'd held back, too afraid that her family would discover Jade's whereabouts and drag her back into their toxic web. Mila couldn't bear to ruin the hard-won freedom her aunt had fought for. She never imagined things would spiral this far out of control.

Now, with everything unraveled, Mila was willing to abandon her nearly completed studies and promising future at Northpoint University just to start over in England with Jade.

Lysander had lost his mind.

Given the choice between freedom and her future, she knew exactly where she stood. The only question was-could Jade get to her in time?

...

flicker of hope and excitement, Mila recalled the code she'd memorized after days of furtive observation. She keyed it in and

rang and rang, but no one answered. Eventually,

face drained of color, her heart

How could this be?

in English-not that it mattered, her English was flawless. The gist was that Jade was in the middle of designing a major

Of all the times...

creaked open. A tall figure loomed in the doorway, casting a shadow

you might not

soon, and I recommended Ms. Jade Sutherland to design the Queen's gown. You know her, don't you? Designing for the Queen is no small matter. If she pulls this off, her reputation

through her hair, though his voice

him, trembling

dialed again—this time, Forrest's number. She lunged to grab it back, but the

voice answered on the

"Mr. Montgomery?"

"Good evening, Mr. Whitmore."

been around campus lately. I was hoping to

a brief pause, then Mr. Whitmore replied, his hesitation gone. "He's been a bit tired

"Thank you, Mr. Whitmore."

and immediately dialed another number-Miranda's. Once again, it wasn't

voice-it was Miranda's father, whom she'd met on a visit once.

half-asleep. "She's gone abroad for a trip-won't be back anytime soon.