Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 489

"Easy."

Giselle grinned. "First, don't chase after her all the time-give her a taste of distance, just enough to make her anxious. But don't go so cold you push her away. It takes finesse. Just follow my lead. Trust me, it'll work."

...

The FM Group.

Forrest set his phone down, one eyebrow raised in mild surprise. He hadn't expected Giselle to be quite so... resourceful in this area. She sounded like someone who'd been through this before, though he couldn't say how useful her advice would actually be.

Truth be told, he didn't think much of half her suggestions. Some were questionable at best and could easily backfire. Still, there were a few worth trying.

And she did have a point.

But for him, the biggest payoff from working with Giselle had already been achieved. She claimed to understand Mila, but how could she possibly know her better than he did?

If there was one thing Mimi couldn't stand, it was betrayal and lies.

When it came to Lysander, Forrest didn't need to do much. All he had to do was give Mimi a discreet heads-up, and with her sharp instincts, she'd uncover the truth herself—and the resulting fury would be unstoppable. If, on the other hand, Mimi was left in the dark, and Lysander showed up later with excuses and apologies, maybe just maybe he'd stand a chance at redemption.

But if Mimi found out on her own, that was a whole different story. Forrest had already seized the advantage.

Lysander's downfall was inevitable.

Even if he came crawling back, there'd be no way to explain himself.

But taking Lysander out of the game wasn't Forrest's end goal. It was just a stepping stone-what he really wanted was Mimi.

well give Giselle's ideas a

it would get

between his fingers, his mind made

...

"What?"

the call, her mouth half-open, then let out a sigh.

alliance. It was awkward, but, thinking

to be so invested in all

Forrest asked, amusement

was obvious. After a pause, she

If we're going to put on a show, we'd better

important thing was to

chuckled. "Don't

...

Early the next morning.

her wardrobe, mulling over what lay ahead. After some agonizing, she picked out a two-piece

fabric was a pale blue denim, the skirt hem embroidered with a riot of colorful flowers. The fitted, short-sleeved top matched perfectly. Instead of her usual updo, she left her fong black hair neatly tied back in

on a delicate pendant, checked her phone for messages, and stepped

never seen Mila like this-poised and sharp, exuding a new, quietly

She was too

attached to her like a shadow. Ever since she'd learned the truth, every man in the Montgomery family had started to grate

in the car and

a rush today. When they arrived, Mila hesitated before getting out, then turned to Leonard and said, "No need

gave a