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.

shrank back, her limbs numb with cold and her body

closer,"

moved towards her, his icy, slender fingers tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they slid

should have known. You need to be taught a

the door to the room

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

his hand from

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

right there," he said. Without sparing

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

a sharp pain flared in her forehead, causing her to collapse

in the stairwell, Eugene was shoved against the wall. Before he could steady himself, a fist landed on the

is limited," Lysander warned,

and puzzled. "Brother, what did I do

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