Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 317

Everything was hard to talk about.

Just as Mila was struggling to find the words, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly fished it out—it was Miranda calling. After signaling to Forrest, she answered.

“Mila, about that favor—you know, the thing you asked me to check on? I’ve got news.”

“About Giselle—she and Lysander never really had an engagement. It was just something their families joked about when they were kids, nothing official. There was never a formal engagement party, and I haven’t heard anything about them being together for real.”

“But I can’t say for sure. They both went abroad for school, right? Maybe when they’re back home, something will happen between them.”

No engagement. No real relationship.

A heavy weight lifted off Mila’s chest, and for the first time in a while, her thoughts settled. If that was the case, then she wasn’t exactly the villain here.

And honestly, she’d been tricked and pushed into this mess—Lysander was the real jerk.

Suddenly, it all seemed a little clearer.

When she hung up, Forrest noticed how Mila’s face seemed to light up again, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

“It’s all good now. I’m fine,” she said.

Forrest, who’d always admired her resilience, couldn’t help but be impressed once more. “You really are… just the same as ever.”

Mila tilted her head, a little confused, but her eyes crinkled in a genuine smile.

…

After that, Mila shoved all the drama to the back of her mind. She bounced back quickly, and she and Forrest grew close again.

Back at school, they worked on projects together, and Forrest’s drive pushed Mila to improve at lightning speed. The old spark returned to her eyes.

As they got to know each other better, they discovered a mutual love for good food and exploring new places. Whenever they had free time, they’d go out together—hunting for the best restaurants, snapping photos, chasing sunsets.

They saw breathtaking views, tasted incredible dishes, and met all kinds of interesting people.

For a moment, Mila felt like she’d been transported back to that perfect summer of her youth—the same people, the same joy.

But good times never last forever.