Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 451

Chapter 446

"Are you Mila?"

The voice was sharp, almost cutting. Mila instinctively took a step back, rubbed her forehead, and looked up-only to meet a pair of piercing, red-rimmed eyes.

It was a woman.

At a formal dinner, no less, and she had a slim cigarette dangling from her lips.

She was tall, dressed in a deep crimson suit that made her look as untouchable as a queen. Her gaze was intense, sweeping over Mila from head to toe, assessing and cold. Her perfectly manicured nails, painted a dramatic scarlet, pinched the cigarette as she leaned in, smoke curling around her like a warning. The closeness, the coolness in her voice, made the question even more pointed.

"Are you Mila?"

"Yes." Mila nodded.

The smoke hit her in the face. It wasn't the harsh, acrid kind-more like the crisp bite of menthol-but Mila still wrinkled her nose and edged away.

She hated the smell of smoke.

Any kind.

"Who are you?" Mila asked, certain she'd never seen this woman before. Giselle's warning about someone coming to give her a hard time flashed through her mind, and she frowned.

Did this intimidating woman know Giselle?

Was this the trouble Giselle had mentioned?

Before Mila could puzzle it out, Giselle hurried over, grabbing the woman's crimson jacket sleeve, her tone suddenly sweet.

"Sophia, you made it!"

"Mm." The woman barely spared Giselle a glance, her attention locked back on Mila, her expression growing even frostier. She extended her cigarette-holding hand toward Mila, her voice as chilly and light as falling snow.

"First time meeting. I'm Sophia Pembroke."

"Julian's mother."

made headlines for killing her

She-

She was out?

Mila remembered now-Sophia had been released last year, but with

paths had never crossed. Until

took another

the menthol smoke only half-mask something darker a

doubt in

woman had really killed

Leonard stepped forward, inserting himself

nothing soft about her presence.

off, silent and icy, neither one

took a

outstretched hand, still holding the cigarette. Her voice was calm. "Sorry, I don't

refused to take

a long moment, then let her hand drop. The cigarette fell to the floor, and with a smooth

"Mila."

time, Mila

"I know," Sophia said.

there was barely any space between them-close enough for Mila

low, curling

son. So good, in fact,

mother. Impressive.

Well.

much for a

to explain, but Sophia was suddenly pulled away by a flash of

What are you

not-even-a-year-out-of- prison sister back and immediately turned to

sister's only been out a short time-she's still getting used to people. If she's offended you

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