The study was silent.
Lysander frowned, a realization dawning on him, Is this about Giselle?
He finally understood why Mila was suddenly pushing for a divorce. His eyes narrowed, and his expression turned increasingly disdainful and impatient.
Mila, there’s a limit to jealousy. Keep this up, and you can forget being Mrs. Montgomery. Take this and get out!
With a flick of his wrist, Lysander tossed the divorce papers across the table, landing them right in front of Mila.
He knew how much Mila loved him and assumed this divorce talk was just another tactic of hers, driven by jealousy.
To him, it was nothing more than a ridiculous charade.
Mila gazed at the face she once found so captivating, now filled with only bitterness and a profound sense of futility.
It felt absurd, like talking to a brick wall.
Was their marriage in such disarray really just because of Giselle? Giselle was merely the spark; the explosives had long been planted.
She grabbed the divorce papers, clutching them tightly, her face set and determined. Lysander, I’m exhausted. I can’t do this anymore, and I truly don’t want to be with you. Let’s just end it and free each other.
Perhaps it was the seriousness in Mila’s tone that made Lysander pause, momentarily caught off guard.
He was about to respond when the phone on the desk rang. It was Giselle calling.
From her seat across the desk, Mila could clearly see the caller ID.
Before Lysander could pick up, she slammed the divorce papers on the table and said, Just sign this, and I’ll be gone. Then you can have your happy ending with her…
The sound of tearing paper suddenly filled the room.
Mila stared at the shredded divorce papers, scattered like snowflakes, as Lysander’s furious voice cut through the air.
I won’t hold this against you today. Go cool off in your room. As Mrs. Montgomery, you better not entertain any wild ideas. Love? Don’t even think about it.
Get out!
Instead of heading to work, Mila took her dress for the dinner party and drove to her studio.
On the road, she called her friend Miranda.
Miranda asked, How did it go?
Not well, Mila admitted after a pause. With his reaction last night, there’s no way to talk it through. I think I’ll have to go to court.
Miranda was silent for a moment before saying, In that case, we’ll have to proceed with a lawsuit. But Mila, with that prenuptial agreement, it might not be easy.
I know, but it’s my only option.
After sharing a bed for seven years, Mila knew her husband too well to believe a private settlement was possible.
Alright, as long as you’re sure. I’ll start preparing the legal documents for you.
Thanks, you’re the expert here. I’ll rely on you.