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.

'toy' you controlled slipped out of your hands, and your male pride is stinging.

together, Mila understood her husband all

scene felt absurd to

distance. Even in the rare intimate moments, he treated her

was human. She

And she could despair.

head away from Lysander. Her voice was calm, almost a whisper, "Let's

...

"No way!"

holding her close, forcing her to

it, and I decide when it

to a mere game in

will it take for you to let

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

"Smack!"