Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 21

That night, Mila left her studio and drove back to the Montgomery residence, carrying with her the printed divorce papers. These documents were custom-tailored by Miranda, who had consulted a renowned divorce attorney to ensure they addressed Mila's unique marital situation. Though there were still some clauses that needed refining, Mila couldn't wait any longer.

After Lysander and his entourage left that afternoon, Mila had reached out to Miranda to obtain the draft of the divorce agreement. She intended to discuss it at the Montgomery residence that evening. Upon arrival, however, only the housekeeper was present.

It was past ten at night, and both Lysander and Adrian were absent. Mila could easily guess where they might be, but she held onto Lysander's promise that he would return that evening. She decided to trust him one last time.

Declining Harper's offer of a warm, comforting soup, Mila settled herself on the living room sofa to wait.

"Ma'am, your luggage..." Harper assumed Mila had returned from a business trip and was puzzled as to why she hadn't brought her belongings back.

"I'm just here to take care of something," Mila replied offhandedly, as she put on her headphones and immersed herself in the latest international fashion week videos on her phone.

For any fashion designer, the international fashion week is the ultimate stage, and Mila was no exception. Those who grace this platform are the top designers from world-renowned brands, leading the cutting edge of fashion trends. She was absorbed in the spectacle.

It wasn't until the clock chimed midnight that Mila realized neither Lysander nor his son had returned. Her patience wore thin, and she decided to call Lysander.

After a long pause, the call was finally answered. His voice was cold and impatient, "It's late. What do you want?"

Before Mila could respond, she heard Giselle's voice in the background, "Lysander, how does this nightgown look?" The call abruptly ended.

Stunned, Mila sat there, barely having had a conversation that lasted even half a minute. She lowered her phone and let out a soft, derisive laugh.