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.

and looked down, silent for a moment. When she lifted her head again, a practiced smile adorned her face. "Ryan,

You scheme to set her up with your dear friend,

before he could respond, Mila patted his cheek, feigning

and money, there's nothing much to you. You can't hold a candle to Lysander in any way, and Giselle's good sense prevents her from choosing you. Recognizing that fact is probably the smartest

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

Ryan's

to pull away, rubbing her sore arm. Her mood was sour, though her face remained a mask of serenity—a habit

or advantageous. The greater her anger, the more serene her expression, her smile

getting upset over someone like him. He was,

with fury. "Ryan," she said, her voice calm as

his brow furrowing as he glared