Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 487

She couldn't help it-laughter burst out of her, sharp and sudden in the quiet bedroom. It was out of place, but she honestly couldn't hold it back. The whole thing was just too absurd-on so many levels.

The laughter faded, and she slowly bent forward, covering her face with both hands as silence settled again. In that hush, a realization crept in.

She and Lysander-what a hopeless mismatch.

But honestly, she didn't care anymore.

She was done with the lies, done with being strung along, never able to trust a single thing. The guilt that had once gnawed at her for what she owed him after he'd taken that bullet for her was fading fast. Who even knew if that night at the gala was just another one of his elaborate performances?

Staging a show was what Lysander did best, wasn't it?

Besides, her life had moved on. She'd built something new, something better, and never expected anything from the Montgomery family anyway. Even the urge to confront them had dulled. The answers didn't matter much anymore-except for one thing.

Giselle.

She had to settle things between them, once and for all.

She could never forgive what Giselle had done to her great aunt. The woman had nearly died because of Giselle, and even though she'd pulled through, her health had never recovered. She was old, frail, and the doctors wouldn't make any promises.

There had been more than one attempt on her life. There was no room for reconciliation—and honestly, Mila had reached her limit a long time ago. She'd never stopped investigating.

But the Harvey family was a fortress.

If she couldn't take them down in one blow, there was no point in even trying. They'd just retaliate, and if she couldn't uproot them completely, it was all for nothing. But now, Giselle had stuck her neck out herself-walked right into a trap of her own making. Mila had no sympathy left.

And as for Cossio...

Let the Montgomerys deal with their own mess. With all their cunning and resources, they hardly needed her help.

Over the next few days, Mila dropped her investigation, quietly shifting her focus to perfecting the first draft of the wedding dress and preparing for production. She stayed away from Montgomery Holdings' headquarters, sending Cara in her place to handle her duties.

couldn't afford to tip anyone

just how

she couldn't relax for a second. Every step had to be calculated and cautious. As much as she

cast over

now, it seemed, there was a new shadow to contend

keep running, too weary to hide. What was the

really seen her as anything but a pawn

her? Did they really think she couldn't

that hard to

a few days' distance, she'd pieced things together-she was almost certain now. It all came down

own turf, to finish things

had shown he'd never really cared about her. She'd never been more than a blip on

night in Rome,

Lysander himself, a target to draw Cossio out and convince him Lysander was truly

before, he would have.

had kept him in check. But now, Leonard said, he was finally

Why now?

What had changed?

only one

Lysander was "dead."

always feared

Montgomerys

charade. That's why, during that brief trip abroad, Lysander had treated

actually someone he loved.

looked at it that way. Lysander taking a bullet

cover, the only way to make

that easy to take down, Cossio wouldn't have waited so long. But everyone believes

at the funeral, the way she'd wandered around like a ghost... As the "grieving widow," Mila gave the world-and Cossio-all the proof they needed that Lysander

She believed it.