Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 193

"Slap!"

The sharp crack echoed through the living room of Crimson Gardens, the Montgomery family's grand estate.

"What did I tell you?"

Lysander's eyes, usually so calculating, simmered with anger. "I instructed you to bring her back unharmed, and this is what you call unharmed?"

When he returned, she was unconscious on the bed, her hands marred with scratches.

Is this your idea of unharmed?

Leonard turned his head slightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His expression was calm, as if he felt no pain.

After a few sharp words of reprimand, Lysander inquired, "What about her luggage?"

"I've sent someone to retrieve it from the airport," Leonard replied, then asked, "What should we do about Miranda?"

Lysander frowned.

"Send her back to the Waynes. Tell Quentin Wayne to keep his daughter in line- no more trying to drag my wife into their messes, disrupting other families! And inform Harding & Cole Legal to suspend her from work. If she's got time to meddle, she doesn't need a job."

"Understood."

nodded and

...

recognizing she was back at

seven years, slept in this very bed for

returned, her face darkened, recalling the

bed immediately. But a sharp pain in her palms made her wobble, a muffled

revealing several fresh cuts from earlier

what had happened filled her with rage, making her tremble

"Lysander!"

call for

opened, and the man she so despised entered with a smile in his eyes. He crossed the room in a few strides to stand beside

got out of bed and, barefoot on the carpet, raised her right hand and

"Slap!"

shattered the smile on

stinging pain, suppressing

accident today, the people who kidnapped me-was it all your doing? Did you even consider how

his hair falling into his eyes, and responded in a calm, indifferent tone. "I had everything under

a step back, momentarily dazed. "You're

was always