Chapter 110

Miranda’s POV

The next morning, I stretched languidly on my puffy bed, savoring the brief calm. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt unusually gentle, a rare moment of peace I rarely allowed myself to indulge in. That was until my phone buzzed insistently, dragging me out of my reverie. Groaning, I reached for it, curiosity outweighing my reluctance to face the day.

“Hello, who is this?” I asked, my voice groggy but sharp enough to convey my irritation.

“Good morning, Ms. Lila,” came the smooth, familiar voice.

I froze for a second before recognition hit me like a lightning bolt. Desmond. My ex-husband. My lips tightened as I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around me. How in the hell did he get my number?

“It’s me, Desmond,” he continued. “I wanted to thank you again for what you did yesterday. I owe you one.”

Feigning calm, I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, forcing my voice to remain neutral. “How did you get my num