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.

instinctively shrank back, her limbs numb

come any closer," she managed

she could say more, Lysander moved towards her, his icy, slender fingers tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they slid down to her neck. She trembled, barely able

should have known. You

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

his hand

respond, his phone rang in his pocket. Upon answering, his expression softened immediately, the oppressive tension in the room dissipating

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

dragged out by his shirt collar, barely

barely had time to catch her breath before a sharp pain flared in her forehead, causing

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

limited," Lysander warned, his eyes

innocent and puzzled. "Brother, what did I do to upset you? I promise I'll behave next

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