Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 477

The negotiations had been surprisingly easy, and the price they offered was generous—though that wasn’t what really mattered.

Money wasn’t what she lacked these days.

What she needed was recognition, a name that carried weight in the world of art and design.

This commission, with its high-profile client and the freedom to create in her own style, could change everything. If it worked out—and with the royal wedding about to be broadcast to the world’s elite—her status would soar overnight.

Once it was done,

she could finally strike out on her own.

The thought lit up Mila’s face, her delicate features radiant with excitement. Her throat was still sore, so she resisted the urge to hum, but she couldn’t help breaking into an impromptu little dance, her dress swirling as she glided out of the studio like a sprite beneath the moonlight.

The hallway outside was quiet.

Adrian Montgomery had already gone back to university for classes tomorrow, leaving the house empty for the night. Mila drifted aimlessly through the softly lit rooms, her spirits high as she admired the flowers in the courtyard, watered them, then wandered into the collection room to admire the priceless paintings and intricate antiques she and her great-aunt had acquired over the years. That’s when she stumbled across something unexpected.

She absentmindedly opened an old wooden trunk, and inside lay a familiar wedding gown.

Carefully, she lifted it out—a couture dress adorned with gleaming jewels and embroidered roses. It took only a second for her to recognize it: Moonblush Roses.

Memories came flooding back.

She remembered this custom gown. Years ago, Lysander Montgomery had commissioned Jade Sutherland to create it for Giselle Harvey, but used Mila’s name. With her great-aunt’s reputation adding to its cachet, the gown was valued at over three million dollars.

In the end, Jade had taken the dress back.

Mila had never seen it again and assumed her great-aunt had quietly disposed of it. But here it was, sealed away in a trunk. Most likely, her great-aunt couldn’t bear to part with it, having poured so much effort and love into what she thought was Mila’s wedding dress, even if the truth hurt.

She gazed at the shimmering gown in the lamplight, and had to admit—her great-aunt’s craftsmanship was truly masterful. With a calm expression, Mila returned the dress to the trunk.

She closed the lid.

Turned off the lights in the collection room and went to bed.

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She slept late. With no company matters to worry about lately, it was a rare chance to indulge in a lazy morning. But the phone woke her early.

Half-asleep, she answered.

“Mom, why didn’t you come home this weekend? I’m heading to school today—aren’t you taking me?” Adrian’s chatter crackled through the receiver.

“I…” She tried to reply, but her voice came out hoarse.