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.

silent for a moment. When she lifted her head again, a practiced smile adorned her face. "Ryan, don't you think

now?—and you're still pining for Giselle. You scheme to set her up with your dear friend, playing the loyal sidekick. You might not win any

darkened with rage, but before he could

hold a candle to Lysander in any way, and Giselle's good

stark contrast to her usual

silence, Ryan's mind buzzed with

pull away, rubbing her sore arm. Her

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

point in getting upset over

her composure, her gaze steady on Ryan's face, which threatened to explode with fury. "Ryan," she said, her voice calm as a

furrowing as he glared at Mila. "What are you trying