Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 45

Mila collapsed onto the plush sofa, her shimmering lavender dress fanning out around her. Her slender, pale arms were pinned down by long, defined fingers, as a man in an elegant black suit leaned over her, his lips stained crimson from their fierce embrace.

After a moment, they pulled apart. Mila's eyes were hazy, and she gasped for breath, taking a long time to regain her composure. Her almond-shaped eyes burned with anger, glaring at the equally dazed man before her.

"LYSANDER!"

Lysander looked unfazed, casually wiping the blood from his bitten lip. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was lazy and indifferent, "Quite the bite you've got there."

"Get off me!" Mila's chest heaved with fury, her words rasping with a hint of hoarseness.

She tried to push him away, but her wrists were held in an iron grip, leaving her no escape. The helplessness and pain made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Resigning herself, she stopped struggling, softly closing her eyes and whispering with a weary sigh, "Let me go, Lysander. I'm exhausted. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Heh." Lysander chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his eyes so deep they threatened to drown her. "If not with me, then with whom?"

"Do you think this is fun?" Mila's face was a canvas of disappointment.

Lysander. You're just upset because the 'toy' you controlled slipped

Mila understood her

scene felt absurd

marriage, seven years of silent hostility, seven years of guarded distance. Even in the

was human. She

And she could despair.

from Lysander. Her voice was calm, almost

...

"No way!"

and holding her close, forcing her to meet his gaze. His

this isn't how the game works. You started it, and I

years of marriage, reduced to a mere game

a cold smile, "What will it take for you to let me go? How do I satisfy you enough to get a

to leave, aren't you? So you can run off to that old flame of

"Smack!"