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.

instinctively shrank back, her limbs numb with

any closer,"

before she could say more, Lysander moved towards her, his icy, slender fingers tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps as

known. You need to be taught a lesson. You

the door to

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

his hand from Mila's

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

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

being dragged out by

sharp pain flared in her forehead, causing her to collapse back onto

Before he could steady himself, a fist landed on the wall beside

limited," Lysander warned,

his expression innocent and puzzled. "Brother, what did I do to

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