Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 25

Mila had no intention of taking back her words. She had always regarded Ryan as nothing short of a lunatic. But engaging in another argument with this madman was the last thing she wanted.

Ryan was the kind of reckless, spoiled brat whose unpredictable actions were impossible to reason with.

As she turned to leave, Ryan seized her arm with such force that Mila felt as though it might snap.

"Let go!" Mila demanded, her voice sharp with anger.

Ryan held firm, towering over her with a crazed glint in his eyes. "Mila," he warned, "if you dare ruin Giselle and Lysander's plans, you know what will happen."

A mocking smile crept across his face. "You know what I'm capable of."

Mila was all too familiar with his past torment and humiliation. Her gaze turned icy cold at the memory.

her head again, a practiced smile adorned her face. "Ryan,

to set her up with your dear friend, playing the loyal sidekick. You might not win any awards for most inspiring person of the

darkened with rage, but before he could respond,

do get your predicament, though, honestly. Aside from your looks and money, there's nothing much to you. You can't hold a candle to

sharp tongue in action, a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor. Though she smiled, her

into silence, Ryan's

hesitation to pull away, rubbing her sore arm. Her mood was sour,

unless necessary or advantageous. The greater her anger, the more serene her expression, her smile as gentle as the

point in getting upset over someone like him.

to explode with fury. "Ryan," she said, her voice calm as a still lake,

furrowing as he glared at