Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 63

The Montgomery family had their usual father-son disagreement, but Mila

remained oblivious to the drama as she slept.

Her sleep, however, was far from peaceful.

In the haze of a dream, she found herself transported back to her university days,

a time when both she and Lysander were brimming with youthful energy and hope.

Sunlight streamed through the stairwell windows, casting a warm glow over everything.

A young Lysander, dressed in casual athletic wear, stood bathed in that brilliant light, radiating an undeniable charm and confidence.

He leaned down, droplets of water from a recent splash glistening in his dark hair, and with an enigmatic gaze, he addressed the shy, startled girl standing below him on the steps.

That girl was a younger version of Mila.

"Do you like me? Just how much?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of youthful innocence, with a cool edge that nevertheless set Mila's heart aflame.

That moment, that feeling, defined her entire youth.

younger self replied, and

turn.

was suddenly in a richly decorated room, the kind

hurled a red gift-wrapped robot at her, his eyes blazing with anger, before storming out

Lysander's deep timbre,

will never

dream jolted

still blurred. She saw a familiar silhouette in

dream and reality, and she spoke to the figure before

love you anymore," she murmured, as if confirming it to herself, she

dawned on her then how effortlessly the words came out, words that marked the

was an inexplicable

becoming clear. In an instant, she was pinned down on the

of Lysander's body seeped through

realness of his touch and warmth snapped Mila back to

Lysander's low, restrained voice sounded in her

my

she was about to repeat herself, his lips descended on hers, fierce and unyielding, as if he meant to consume her whole. His hands roamed

dizzy from his kiss,

finally released her, she was breathless and perspiring, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, nearly