Chapter 8
After discussing their impending divorce for what felt like hours, Mila and Miranda finally left the cozy bar around ten in the evening.!!
As soon as they reached the entrance, Mila came to an abrupt halt.
“What’s up?” Miranda asked, stepping out from behind her
“It’s Lysander’s car
Mila pointed to a sleek black Rolls–Royce Phantom parked diagonally across the street, its license plate boasting the number 99999.8
She knew it all too well
Just as they were puzzling over why Lysander’s car was parked there, the rear door swung open, and out stepped a striking woman in a cropped pink puffer jacket
Her long, way chestnut hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, her enchanting doe eyes glistening with unshed tears, and her cheeks were flushed even in the biting winter air Her steps were unsteady, and her jacket hung open, giving her a somewhat disheveled
appearance
Something was definitely off.8
Both women recognized her instantly; Giselle Lysander’s old flame from way back. They never expected to run into her like this.
Giselle, sensing their gaze, glanced over and, upon spotting Mila, hastily covered her smudged lips with her hand.
Next, Lysander emerged from the car
Mila’s keen eyes quickly took in his ensemble: he wore a tailored suit, unbuttoned; the white shirt beneath was unbuttoned at the collar and sported a lipstick smear, his lips were a deep red, as though stained by something. His narrow, fox–like eyes gleamed with satisfaction!
Despite the lack of love in their marriage, Mila knew Lysander well enough to recognize he was clearly smitten.
What had happened in that car was obvious.
In the presence of his old flame, he couldn’t even wait to get home. Meanwhile, it had been nearly a year since there had been any intimacy between her and Lysander.!!
When had this started between them? How long had they been deceiving her??
Milas face turned ashen, Standing just inside the doorway of the bar, Lysander hadn’t even noticed her. He was too busy steadying the wobbly Giselle, leaning in close to murmur something.
Their heads were nearly touching, exuding an air of intimate familiarity.
“Unbelievable! Those shameless fools! Miranda exploded, fueled by outrage over her friend’s betrayal. She was ready to march over and confront them
Waken pictures.“”
Mila quickly held her back, speaking coolly, “Don’t make a scene. I’ve already
Miranda, a lawyer knew that a public confrontation could harm her career, and there was no sense in jeopardizing it over such a sordid affair!
Mila’s calin resolve caught Miranda off guard, and she was momentarily stunned. “You had the presence of mind to take pictures?”
She was about to say more when she felt Milu’s hand trembling against hers. Her anger was swiftly replaced by a wave of sympathy and fury on her friend’s behalf.
At that moment, Lysander still whispering to Giselle, seemed to catch wind of their presence. He turned toward them, his brow furrowing in imitation
Lysander was surprised to see Mila there. Wasn’t she supposed to be on a business trip? What was she doing back so soon?!
That didn’t matter much to him.
But the idea that she had followed him and was taking pictures–that crossed a line.
Hp considered it an act of defiance.X
Believing Mila had purposely followed him, Lysander’s expression twisted with disdain. He tapped the half–open window of the driver’s seat, giving a curt order, “Deal with it.”
He couldn’t be bothered to handle it himself
“Yes, sir”
The driver, a young man with a stem demeanor nodded and stepped out of the car, striding purposefully toward Mila
