Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 279

**Bamboo Grove**

It was well past midnight when Mila finally received a call from her legal team. The lawyer on the other end sounded frustrated.

"You didn't get anything?" she asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

"We thought Lysander would leave the club with Giselle, maybe catch something intimate like a kiss or at least a lingering touch-but he left on his own!"

Mila paused, surprised. "He was alone?"

"Yeah. Completely."

A video popped up in the group chat. Mila tapped to watch. The footage was clear -Lysander, tall and striking, strode out of the club's front doors alone. He moved with that steady confidence she'd come to associate with him, slipped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, and vanished into the night.

No Giselle. No evidence. Just Lysander, disappearing into the shadows.

Mila hadn't expected this. For a moment, she let herself feel the sting of disappointment—she'd been so sure they'd finally get the hard proof they needed. Still, her team had waited outside the club all night. That sort of dedication deserved something. She sent a generous tip to the group chat and urged them to keep trying.

***

The room was pitch dark.

Giselle's skin burned, her body consumed by a sudden, overwhelming desire that drowned out every rational thought. She lost herself, demanding more, taking everything she wanted.

was just as eager, his passion

of lust, every sound

the nightstand, a tiny camera blinked quietly, recording

***

crept through the

She let out a soft, involuntary

still asleep, his strong arm draped around her bare waist, holding her close. Giselle nestled deeper into his embrace, her body

hers. Finally, he

then leaned up, aiming to kiss

his face, her blood

her scream shattered

awake, clutching his throbbing head as he sat up.

exposing his bare chest. He looked around in confusion-then his eyes met Giselle's,

seconds, the room was

an even louder, more piercing

he could finish, Giselle clamped her hand over his mouth, pinning him beneath her. For a moment, a dangerous glint flickered in her

"Don't scream!"

he looked up at her, suddenly aware of their

to cover himself— then, realizing Giselle was even more exposed,

I... How did

he ended up here? And how could he possibly have slept with Giselle? None of this made