Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 403

"No."

She couldn't bring herself to admit she didn't care whether the wedding took place or not. Instead, Mila flipped through the catalog and, almost absentmindedly, pointed to the most expensive, lavish gown on the page.

"This one will do."

"Oh! Of course, absolutely."

Lea quickly masked her delight, nodding eagerly. "Then, about the specifics-the flowers, the reception menu-”

"We can sort out the details later."

Mila cut her off, gesturing to the delicate pastries and coffee arranged on the table. "Won't you have some pastries, Ms. Lea?"

It had been so long since anyone had spoken to her.

In this old manor, Mila had to play the mute. She couldn't even show her face in front of Cossio. The servants here were just as silent, moving about their work wordlessly, as if they too had no voices.

She cherished this rare social encounter.

Doing her best to prolong the conversation, she chatted a bit more. Only when dusk settled did Mila, with a reluctant smile, finally see Lea to the door.

Once again, the manor fell silent.

After dinner with Cossio, Mila returned to her room. She removed the veil with a sigh of relief, then leaned against the window, gazing out toward the distant coastline.

Out at sea, several ships were nearing the shore.

them-one, two, three-watching as they drew closer. Then she tipped her head up to admire the stars glittering across the night

Almost there.

a little longer. Soon, she'd finally be free

descended on the

ships glided toward the harbor. The once-quiet waterfront burst to life, crowds spilling onto the docks, laughter and voices rising into

harbor. They followed a man in a long black coat, hat pulled low over his eyes, blending seamlessly into

Soon after,

bar-one of the island's busiest nightspots-welcomed the group. As they entered, they fanned out, each taking up a vantage point with a clear view of the room. Only the man in the black coat continued forward, weaving through the

"Two Negronis," he said.

one toward the only other patron hunched over the counter-a red-haired man who

"Wake up."

stirred, lifting his head just enough to reveal a pair of dazed, aquamarine eyes-eyes

way. His blue eyes grew even cloudier as he grinned, reaching for the second glass. But the man in

is this how

heartless," the redhead

the man before him. "Lysander, after all these years, that's how you greet an old friend? Can't even spare me a drink?

sober up, I'll set fire to your wine

"You cruel bastard."

grumbling, Francis fished a crumpled invitation from his pocket and tossed it across the counter. "Take a look. Old Cossio means business this time. Your beloved wife is about to marry the old monster, hahahaha—serves you right! Always hiding her away

On the invitation,

in bold. Oddly, the bride's name was left blank. Lysander knew

on his mother, and now he had

Not a chance.

with Francis still muttering and whining beside him, he finally lost his patience and slugged

"Ugh—"