Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 364

Mila frowned, hesitating.

“I’m not sure. I keep second-guessing myself. Ever since Lysander agreed to sign the papers, I’ve had this gnawing sense of unease—like something just isn’t right…”

Miranda leaned in. “You think he might back out?”

Mila nodded.

That was exactly it. The anxiety that kept her up at night had only grown since that night in the mountains. She just couldn’t relax. If she was honest, Lysander had never played by the rules when it came to her—he was unpredictable and impossible to reason with.

She was afraid something would go wrong again.

But then, the prospect of finally holding her divorce papers in just thirty days was almost too tempting to give up. She’d waited so long for this moment.

She just couldn’t let it go.

Miranda seemed to see right through her and sighed, caught up in the same dilemma. “It really is a tough call.”

The bubbling stew on the table filled the air with warmth, but neither of them touched their forks. They sat lost in thought, weighing their options, each desperate for the best way forward.

Outside, the evening sky blazed crimson.

Suddenly, Miranda broke the silence. “Mila, why do you have to choose? Why not have both?”

Mila blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it. Sure, Lysander might go back on his word. But he might not. Even if he does, what’s the worst that happens? You’d just end up in the same situation as last time. Only this time, things are different—you can walk away whenever you want. You can wait this one out.”

“Walk away whenever I want?” Mila echoed, uncertain.

Miranda’s eyes brimmed with tears. She pulled Mila into a fierce hug, her own tears spilling over. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you ever say anything…?”

She’d had no idea.

All this time—she never knew.

Back in college, her own family’s company had been in crisis, one disaster after another. She’d been overwhelmed, too distracted to notice much else, and she’d drifted away from Mila. Once things stabilized at home, her father had sent her abroad, saying she needed a break—a chance to travel and clear her head.

She’d kept in touch with Mila, who’d replied that she was too busy with graduation to hang out, and told her to enjoy her trip.

But by the time Miranda came home, Mila was married.

She’d been angry then. Weren’t they supposed to be best friends? How could Mila get married—let alone to someone so outrageous—without even telling her?