Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 433

"What's the connection between Chairman Montgomery and Giselle?"

"Was Chairman Montgomery's accident really just an accident, or...?"

"Now that Chairman Montgomery is gone, what changes will there be at Montgomery Holdings? Please comment!"

"Ms. Mila, can you tell us-?"

The barrage of cameras and microphones pressed in from all sides, reporters pelting her with question after question, the noise so suffocating she could barely breathe, let alone speak. Her chest felt about to burst. Only when a team of bodyguards forced the crowd back and Leonard ushered her into the waiting car did she get a moment of relief.

Leonard glanced at her, apologetic. "I'm sorry. Word still got out.”

Mila just shook her head.

There was no hiding a story like this: the current head of the Montgomery family, chairman of the board, dying suddenly and in public-at a gala, no less, with half the city's social elite in attendance. It was impossible to keep something so big under wraps.

But she never imagined that, under these circumstances, her own relationship with Lysander would be exposed as well. What did it matter now, with him gone? The living and the dead were worlds apart; nothing else seemed to matter.

Kingsford Peace Grove. A fine, misty rain blurred the world.

Clutching a white rose, Mila stood at the head of the small crowd, dressed in black. Leonard stood quietly at her side, holding a black umbrella over her to shield her from the rain.

Mila turned her head slightly, glancing back at the others.

This funeral hadn't been announced to the public; only the Montgomery family's closest relatives had been invited, and even most of the business associates had been left off the list. Oddly, none of the main family showed up at all.

Carrol, Lysander's cousin and closest friend, wasn't there—maybe he was away on duty with the military, that would make sense. But Conrad hadn't come either. Felicity's absence could be explained if she hadn't heard the news, but Conrad was Lysander's father. How could he not be here? Mila didn't know what to think.

Heartless? That didn't sound right.

everything that had happened. Staring at Lysander's faded

was she

Attending Lysander's funeral?

always-in-control man, now lying

the white rose fall gently onto

alone at a gravesite, white rose in hand, was captured in a thousand photos. By dawn, the news had

the center of it all, felt

replacement SIM card. The screen lit up with a flurry of messages, but one caught her eye:

of that

He was gone.

mind wandered back to those last, heated arguments with Lysander not long ago, when she'd shouted, in a fit of anger, that she wished

imagined those words would

become reality.

was a little freedom, never to

out this

she finally had

So why couldn't she

it feel as if every

...

the car stopped in front

she'd lived in for

met her at the

"Ma'am-?"

Harper had been about to say. She climbed the stairs slowly, finally stopping outside

the door

was dark; no