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?"

to focus when

don't recall inviting you. And keep your distance.

where would she find a replacement on such short notice? Custom pieces like this

Forrest had chosen

cigarette smoke was

you're difficult." Her gaze turned icy. "Mila. We're not 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? And now you think you can make demands

landed with an

against the vanity as the forceful grip dragged her, sending glass

didn't try to pull away. Instead, she quickly gathered her gown and darted behind Sophia, using her as

smash of bottles echoed, powders

the chaos stilled, Mila's first instinct was to check her dress. Relief washed over her—it was unscathed. But when she glanced at Sophia, she saw splashes of color staining those immaculate

on Mila's

her expression thunderous, each

time-Julian's situation is something you and Lysander brought on yourselves. Don't blame me for everything. I feel for Julian, I want to help, but that doesn't mean my whole life has to stop or that I

Sophia's brow furrowed.

his side?

pointedly on the

calm face. After a tense pause, she finally let go of Mila's

that's why you didn't invite