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."

headlines for killing her cheating husband and

She-

She was out?

now-Sophia had been released last year,

their paths

instinctively took

did the menthol smoke only half-mask something darker a faint, metallic tang

no doubt

woman had really killed

stepped forward, inserting himself between Mila and

was flat, but there was nothing soft about her presence. Her gaze, if possible,

faced off, silent and icy,

a

aside and stepped forward, eyeing Sophia's outstretched hand, still holding the cigarette. Her voice was calm. "Sorry, I

refused to

floor, and with a smooth motion,

"Mila."

time, Mila

"I know," Sophia said.

closer until there was barely any space between them-close enough for Mila to feel the chill

low, curling around her

very good care of my ungrateful son. So good, in fact,

his own mother.

Well.

for a

ready to explain, but Sophia was suddenly pulled away by a flash of movement and a man's angry voice

What are

he hauled his not-even-a-year-out-of- prison sister back and

he said. "My sister's only been out a short time-she's still getting used to people. If

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