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.

man in her arms was just as eager, his passion matching

air was thick with the scent of lust, every sound tangled with heat and

nightstand, a tiny camera

***

through

in places she hadn't expected. She let out a

Giselle nestled deeper into his embrace, her body pressed against his in an intimacy that left no room for

was hers. Finally, he

over his hand, then leaned up, aiming to

gaze landed on his face, her blood

her scream shattered the morning

throbbing head as he sat up. The

his bare chest. He looked around in confusion-then his eyes met Giselle's, just as naked and just

seconds,

man let out an even louder, more piercing

pinning him beneath her. For a moment, a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as

"Don't scream!"

her, suddenly aware of their skin pressed together. His face flushed a deep

sheets, trying to cover himself— then, realizing Giselle was even more exposed, he hurriedly

How did we...?"

up here? And how could he possibly have slept with Giselle?