Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 568

As the engagement party guests drifted in, they gathered in small clusters on the flower-strewn lawn, chatting and waiting for the event to begin. But inside the dressing room, tension hung thick in the air-a stark contrast to the easy laughter outside.

The door clicked shut and locked.

"Well, aren't you surprised to see me?"

Leaning lazily against the door, Sophia Pembroke cut a striking figure in her crimson suit. She snapped open a silver case, slid out a slender cigarette, and lit it with a practiced flick. Smoke curled from her lips as she regarded the woman in the shimmering tulle gown with an almost mocking smile.

A soft, amused chuckle.

"Women are always at their most beautiful at times like this."

"What do you want?"

Mila's voice was tight as she took a startled step back, pressing herself against the vanity. One hand, hidden by the trailing pink tulle at her wrist, fumbled across the table until her fingers found her phone.

She was just about to press the emergency contact when a rush of sharp, minty smoke filled the room. Sophia's hand shot out, pinning Mila's to the table and sending the phone skidding out of reach. Sophia's low laugh, tinged with the scent of menthol, brushed Mila's ear.

"What's the hurry?"

try to focus when you're talking

"I don't recall inviting you. And keep

mind the cost of the gown-if she burned a hole in it, where would she find a replacement on such short notice? Custom pieces like this

had chosen her wedding

the cigarette

finished, you and I. Julian's still in the hospital, hasn't woken up, and here you are, playing the blushing bride? How dare you?

words landed with an

vanity as the forceful grip dragged her, sending glass bottles and jars crashing

quickly gathered her gown and

bottles echoed, powders

washed over her—it was unscathed. But when she glanced

on Mila's wrist

her expression thunderous,

not missing a beat. "And I told you last time-Julian's situation is something you and Lysander brought on yourselves. Don't blame me

Sophia's brow furrowed.

you, as his mother, have time to harass me, but not to stay by his side? Shouldn't you be at the hospital? And

pointedly on the white

tilted her head, her eyes scanning Mila's calm face. After a tense pause, she finally let go of Mila's

why you didn't