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 left the

...

awoke, instantly recognizing she was back at Crimson

this very bed for seven years. She knew the space intimately, its structure, its

returned, her face darkened, recalling the

within her, compelling her to get out of bed immediately. But a sharp pain in her palms made her

hands, revealing several fresh cuts

memory of what had happened filled her

"Lysander!"

you call for

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

back any longer. Ignoring the pain in her hands, she got out of bed and, barefoot

"Slap!"

sound shattered the smile

ignoring the stinging pain, suppressing her chest's burning rage.

kidnapped me-was it all your doing? Did you even consider how many lives could have been lost

head, his hair falling into his eyes, and responded in a calm, indifferent tone. "I had everything under control. Nothing was

back, momentarily dazed.

always