Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 123

The hospital room was suffocatingly silent.

Mila sat with her head bowed, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes felt hot, and a sharp ache gripped her sinuses. Reflecting on it now, she realized they had ended long ago, far earlier than she had admitted to herself.

A wrong start never leads to a good ending.

She should have understood this sooner.

The divorce papers she had flung at Lysander fluttered down and landed in his hand, where he clenched them tightly, making a soft, pitiful crumpling sound.

"Yes, you're not worthy," he said coldly, crumpling the papers into a ball and letting them fall to the floor.

Mila looked up in a daze, meeting his gaze, which was as cold and indifferent as a stagnant pool, eerily reminiscent of the look in his eyes during that chaotic night seven years ago in a dark, closed-off room.

Unwanted memories of the past surged forward, burying her in darkness.

numb with cold

closer," she managed to

more, Lysander moved towards her, his icy, slender fingers tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps

piercingly cold. "I should have known. You need to be taught

door to the room burst

tray of food, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere. He greeted them cheerfully, "Hey, you're here too. Want to join us for

his hand from

in his pocket. Upon answering, his expression softened immediately, the oppressive tension in the room

I'll be right there," he said. Without sparing

him pass but found himself being dragged out by his shirt collar, barely managing to keep

to catch her breath before a sharp pain flared in

was shoved against the wall. Before he could steady himself, a

is limited," Lysander

"Brother, what did I do to upset you? I promise I'll behave