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 you're

"I don't recall

the gown-if she burned a hole in it, where would she find a replacement on such short notice?

Forrest had chosen

cigarette smoke was

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

with an

as the forceful grip dragged her,

quickly

smash of bottles echoed, powders and liquids splattering

was to check her dress. Relief washed over her—it was unscathed. But when she glanced at Sophia, she saw splashes

on Mila's

her expression thunderous, each

yourselves. Don't blame me for everything. I feel

Sophia's brow furrowed.

his mother, have time to harass me, but not to stay by his side? Shouldn't you be at the hospital? And your neck-you're still

the white

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

why you