Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 363

BANG!

The car door slammed shut and sped off into the distance.

…

“Wow! That was incredible!”

On the rooftop terrace of Jade Sutherland’s villa, the evening sky was painted with hues of sunset. Mila and Miranda sat around a steaming pot of fondue, eating and chatting about Mila’s wild adventures in the Highland Territories—every twist and turn, every strange encounter. Laughter rang out into the dusk.

Naturally, it was Miranda who was most amazed.

Mila had originally planned to return to her own place in Willow Lane, but Forrest was staying there too. She wasn’t ready to face him—not yet—so she decided to crash at her great-aunt’s villa in Kingsford.

Her great-aunt had already added Mila’s name to the security system, so she could come and go as she pleased.

It felt good to have somewhere to escape.

Miranda, still marveling at Mila’s stories, sighed, “If only you’d taken me along! It would’ve been even better. I’d love to just drop everything and go on an adventure like that.”

Mila fished a meatball from the pot and dropped it into Miranda’s bowl, grinning. “Everything happened so fast, I didn’t even see it coming myself. Don’t worry—when we finally go abroad, there’ll be plenty of chances for spontaneous trips.”

“Yeah, you’re right!” Miranda perked up, cheeks stuffed with meatball.

Watching her, Mila couldn’t help but laugh. Then, as if remembering something, she asked casually, “So, what’s going on with you and that Roland Lockwood? Still planning to leave the country with me?”

At the mention of Roland’s name, Miranda immediately froze, her face turning bright red as she started coughing. Mila quickly handed her some juice.

“Slow down! What’s the rush?”

After gulping down a few sips, Miranda shook her head and, still blushing furiously, changed the subject with forced nonchalance. “Of course I’m going! Don’t just ask about me—what’s the story with you and Forrest, anyway?”

She lowered her voice conspiratorially.

Miranda, blissfully unaware of all the tangled history, asked without a second thought.

Mila hesitated.

Honestly, she had no idea how to even face Forrest right now, let alone ask him for this favor. And setting aside whether it would be fair to deceive Lysander, Forrest would be at risk the minute they tried to leave.

And besides…

…

Mila explained to Miranda about the two conditions she’d been forced to agree to, just to get Lysander’s signature. She looked exhausted just thinking about it.

“I’m not planning to actually go through with those promises,” Mila said. “But my plan is to wait thirty days, get the divorce finalized, and then leave. If I run before then, Lysander could easily go to court and try to overturn the agreement. The divorce would fall apart.”

“That jerk!” Miranda fumed. As a lawyer herself, she knew it was possible. “So… we wait thirty more days?”