Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 131

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.

back, her limbs numb

closer," she managed

face, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they slid down to

cold. "I should have known. You need

then, the door to the room burst

of food, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere. He greeted them cheerfully,

hand from

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

yes, don't worry. I'll be right there," he said. Without sparing Mila another glance, he strode

to let him pass but found himself being dragged

breath before a sharp pain flared in her forehead, causing her to collapse back onto the bed, taking shallow breaths to ease the

the wall. Before he

is limited," Lysander warned, his

and puzzled. "Brother, what did

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