Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 265

Mila felt like her world was crashing down.

She understood every single word Miranda had said, but put together, the meaning just didn’t compute. What did she mean, she’d accidentally slept with Roland?

In the little garden, even the breeze seemed to hold its breath.

After a long moment, Mila finally managed to sputter, “How did you even dare?”

Who was Roland, anyway?

He was the kind of man who carried a gun everywhere—dangerous, ruthless, the last person anyone in their right mind would willingly get involved with. If it weren’t for some very unusual circumstances, Mila would’ve kept her distance entirely.

And now, her best friend had slept with him?

She always knew Miranda loved a thrill—taking up shooting lessons, trying out every extreme sport she could find—but she’d never shown the slightest interest in any man before. Wasn’t she the one always swearing off marriage?

Mila paced in a tight circle, took a steadying breath, and demanded, “What exactly happened?”

Miranda hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “Well… you know how I’ve been working with Roland lately, because of all that Lockwood family mess? It’s put both of us in some tricky situations, and there were things I needed him to handle. So, he posed as my personal bodyguard, stuck by my side to keep me safe… Anyway, a couple nights ago, when it all finally wrapped up, we went out to celebrate. One drink led to another, and, well, he’s just got these incredible abs… I lost control, okay?”

Mila inhaled sharply and fell silent, at a complete loss for words.

Before she could say anything, Miranda’s voice shot up indignantly, “But whatever, right? We’re adults. So we slept together—big deal! I’m young, he’s young, we’re both attractive, nobody got hurt. I even wired him three thousand pounds the next day. That should’ve been the end of it, right? But now he’s telling me I need to take responsibility? What is that supposed to mean?!”

Three thousand pounds? Responsibility?

Mila blinked, stunned, then cut in, exasperated, “Wait, hold up—you paid him? Are you treating him like a… a gigolo?”

And seriously—the head of the Lockwood Group, and that’s his going rate for a night?

“See? He and I are just destined to butt heads. Nothing good ever happens when we’re in the same room!”

…

Mila pinched the bridge of her nose.

She had nothing to say to that. Still, Miranda seemed to know exactly what she wanted, so Mila dropped the interrogation and updated her on the passport situation.

“The local office has already put up a notice, but Lysander’s still refusing to hand over my documents. So I have to wait the full fifteen days. If he still refuses, they’ll just declare my paperwork lost and issue me new ones.”

Once that happened, she’d finally be able to get her new ID, passport, and visa sorted.

Miranda muttered through gritted teeth, “Lysander is such a jerk!” Then, more urgently, she asked, “How much longer will it take?”