Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 517

"What are you thinking about?" Mila flicked Miranda lightly on the forehead. "You're a lawyer, but half the time your mind is God knows where."

"And honestly, there's nothing to gain from leaking this information. If we can't deal with Cossio, it won't just be the Montgomerys in danger-my side will be in trouble too. That man's as unhinged as Lysander."

She could never forget what happened on the island-the gunshots, pain that cut right to the bone. Her hatred for Cossio and Lysander was perfectly balanced.

Mila sighed.

"So this won't work, that's a dead end too-then what are we supposed to do?" Miranda's nerves were shot.

"Relax." Mila straightened up and gave Miranda's hand a reassuring squeeze. She offered a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I know exactly what he wants, and I've already figured out what to do. You just leave this to me and stop worrying, all right? I'll handle it."

Miranda blinked, caught off guard. "What's your plan?"

"That's a secret." Mila's smile was enigmatic. "You'll find out soon enough." Her patience was running thin; she couldn't-and wouldn't-keep enduring this.

Whatever Lysander was plotting, whatever twisted ideas he had about possessing her, she would break free. She'd shatter his delusions, leave him nothing left to chase.

She would never, ever go back to that hell.

Never again.

Mila rose and walked to the dressing room. She rifled through a pile of clothes she'd upended earlier until she found a mask—the one Jade had brought her before the masquerade, telling her to pick whichever she liked.

"The party's over-what do you need that for?" Miranda trailed after her.

"Does it look good?" Mila picked up a half-face white cat mask and held it over her eyes, glancing up at Miranda.

"It looks great," Miranda replied automatically.

this is

black cat half-mask. She waved Miranda off, signaling

She could only stand at the bedroom door, helplessly watching as Mila

Mila say something to

the two of them

actually be interested in him? That would be a disaster.

of course she hoped Mila could find someone better, someone who could help her leave the past

ways to convince Mila to try her own plan-at the very least, she needed to keep Mila and Forrest apart for

still on the loose, there's no chance this

thought, when the phone suddenly rang from the bed. Mila had left

Miranda picked it up.

caller ID read:

What's he calling for in the middle of the night? Still,

get Mila

phone, Miranda

A few minutes earlier.

cat mask and, moving with quiet determination, made her

door swung open

looked up at the man

face and revealing only the smooth line of her jaw-pale, delicate-her lips curled in a soft smile. She pinched the dark tulle skirt between her fingers and gave him a proper

the night isn't over yet. Will you

surprise, still dressed in his black tuxedo from the party.

a long

he'd said. She'd come to

Mila prompted gently, when

be