Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 573

He opened up the message.

Just a few terse sentences-absolutely final.

Gone was the carefully orchestrated exit they'd discussed: a gentle, gradual withdrawal from the board, intended to avoid a media circus, prevent panic among the staff, and keep Montgomery Holdings' stock price steady.

No, this was a public declaration, burning every bridge. It didn't just announce a split; it screamed that this was a hostile, irreparable break.

The company's internal structure would destabilize.

Once trust was lost, the outside world would follow suit-especially the markets.

Given that Montgomery Holdings was a cornerstone of the sector, there'd be fallout, no doubt. A period of chaos, nothing more. Annoying, but survivable.

But what really struck Conrad was Mila's resolve.

It was ruthless, even for her.

Conrad slowly lifted his gaze. Across the room, standing beside Forrest, was Mila. Their eyes met; her expression was calm, unruffled—a still lake. She was unmoved.

Clearly, their arrival had pushed Mila over the edge, driving her to this uncompromising move.

But... was she really ready to cut all ties with the Montgomery family?

"She's got some fire, that girl. I like it, ha!" Mr. Ayers, standing close by, was reading the same news on his phone. He grinned with genuine admiration, completely ignoring Conrad's darkening scowl.

Conrad said nothing.

Instead, he glanced at Forrest, standing just behind Mila. Forrest met his eyes and nodded warmly, the picture of approachable charm.

Was it because of him?

was this his plan all

line with the Montgomery family before, no matter how bad things

But now...

to hide a hint of schadenfreude. So Montgomery Holdings would weather a little turbulence. It was bound to happen sooner

Conrad was overdue for

next

boy learn the hard way-did he really think pillow

Forrest was no pushover.

He could influence Mila-clearly.

about to

her public denouncement of Montgomery Holdings,

At the same time-

the top of

was an

silk flowers stood beneath glowing lights, arms entwined with an equally striking man. He pressed a kiss to her brow, eyes full

a

photo

in-how perfect, how

did people glance at the headline and connect the dots: the Montgomery family widow, Mila-herself a legend after her. landscape-inspired collection at last year's international fashion

and beauty-the world

refused to

the engagement party began,

post. She glanced at Forrest, who

did you find that photo? Was it from the day we tried on the wedding

manager snapped it. I thought it turned out

for a copy before we

admiring it. "Why didn't you tell

wanted to

was, indeed, surprised-in a good way. Elsewhere,

a stark, shadowy office, Lysander lounged in a black leather chair, his fingers spread loosely as he zoomed in on the photo-Forrest pressing his lips to Mila's laughing face. Lysander stared at