Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 60

The bedroom looked just as it had the last time she was there. Some of the clothes she hadn't taken with her were still hanging in the closet. Picking up a couple of nightgowns, Mila headed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she peeled off the clothes stained with wine.

Her skin was naturally pale, with a soft blush of pink, and her figure was both slender and curvaceous. Under the opulent crystal lights, she seemed to glow with a moonlit radiance. But as she turned, that glow took on a more somber hue. Her delicate skin was easily marred; now her back was mottled with bruises, as was her right calf.

Mila gazed at her reflection, her lips pressed into a thin line.

This was Lysander's doing.

She had to remember. To never forget.

Ignoring the stinging pain, Mila washed herself, the steam causing a slight dizziness. She managed to slip into a comfortable, breathable nightgown.

The room was warm, thanks to the heating, so she wasn't cold.

On the bedside table sat an unopened tube of ointment, likely brought up by Harper.

With unsteady steps, she walked over and tossed the ointment into the trash. Leonard had bought it; she wouldn't use it, couldn't use it.

Rifling through the cabinet, she found some of the baby cream she hadn't finished.

she was used to stocking up on supplies. She hadn't taken these with her when she left, not having planned to fight for

would come

though Lysander had told her to wait for him

long

for Lysander to return, leaving a

longer wanted

side on the bed, ready to go straight

matter when he came

closed her eyes,

bounding into the room, clambering up to nudge the

bed so early today! You haven't been home for so long. Can we play for

said he missed her during their phone call a few days

Mommy's tired. Why don't you play by yourself,

haven't told me any stories, or tucked me in. You don't even kiss me anymore!

him, she'd be so happy, showering him

from his life, Adrian had been playing wildly and frequently chatting with Giselle, hardly noticing

she was back,

was as affectionate as she used to be,

upset, he

the instructions his dad had given Mr. Leonard for him, those were