Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 362

With Mila's nerves stretched taut the entire ride, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Adrian drove steadily, and it wasn't until the city hall came into view that Mila finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Leonard, who'd gone ahead to handle some paperwork, arrived just in time, bringing all the necessary documents. Mila was finally able to reclaim everything that Lysander had held back from her-except, of course, for the family register.

She hadn't forgotten she wasn't the head of household. While they waited for the staff to review their documents, she spoke up, "Let's sort out the address change after this."

"Don't have time," Lysander replied coldly.

He didn't bother to look at her, his tone glacial. "Mila, do you take me for a saint? If you want something, you might consider asking nicely. Come back when you've learned how to ask for help properly."

Mila just stared at him, exasperated. What a lunatic.

She wasn't desperate enough to beg Lysander for anything; dealing with him was like offering yourself up to be skinned alive. She decided to let it go. As long as the divorce went through, she was content. Anything else could wait for another opportunity.

Halfway through the review, another staff member came in to confirm that both parties were acting of their own free will. They thoroughly explained the consequences and implications of divorce, giving them a moment to reconsider or discuss further.

her voice

just sneered, saying

The staff explained that after a mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period, both

their marriage

let out a long breath. Without even glancing at Lysander or Leonard beside her, she gathered her documents and strode out of the city hall. Now, all she had to do was wait

thirty days, she'd finally

Mila was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to cry. It had taken so much just to

"Mila!"

a halt in front of her. Miranda Wayne jumped out and rushed up to Mila, enveloping her in

she was also puzzled. She had contacted Miranda about returning,

you know I

who'd just exited the building, and shrank back a little under his smug smile. Leaning in close, Miranda whispered, "Forrest Whitmore told me. He said you should relax and take care of yourself.

name, a

he was

She climbed into Miranda's car, gave her an address, and they