Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 9

Miranda had finally reached her breaking point. Even if it meant abandoning her legal career, she couldn't stand idly by and watch her best friend be humiliated right in front of her.

Just as she was about to charge forward, swinging her purse as a weapon, Mila grabbed her arm with surprising strength.

"Mila! Let go of me! They're bullying you right here in the open. If he dares to cheat in broad daylight, why shouldn't he get exposed? That scumbag!"

Ignoring the sharp pain in her shoulder, Mila tightened her grip, sweat beading on her forehead. "Calm down, look at the street corner."

Miranda paused, her gaze shifting in the direction Mila indicated.

At the intersection, four or five black cars had pulled up, their windows rolled down to reveal stern-faced men in suits, exuding an intimidating presence.

It was clear who they were there for.

Leonard extended his hand again, his expression unchanged. "Madam, you're always wise. You know what needs to be done."

Miranda was stunned, disbelief etched on her face. "Aren't you two married? How could this happen..."

This was no marriage; it looked more like a standoff between enemies.

She knew her friend's marriage was troubled, but she hadn't realized it had deteriorated to this extent. What kind of life had Mila been enduring?

Mila understood there would be no peaceful resolution today.

From afar, she watched Lysander. While she, his wife, was being pressured by his men, he was leaning comfortably beside his childhood crush, laughing and chatting as if they were the perfect couple.

The irony was bitter.

Her heart ached with a sharp, persistent pain, but Mila closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her face was calm, a practiced smile on her lips that didn't reach her eyes.

She looked at Leonard. "Assistant Leonard, I can delete the photos from my phone, but Miranda didn't take any. She's not involved."