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.

arms was just as eager, his

with the scent of lust, every sound tangled with heat and

the nightstand, a tiny camera blinked quietly, recording

***

through the

She let out a soft, involuntary moan,

waist, holding her close. Giselle

was hers. Finally,

then

landed on his face, her blood ran

second later, her scream shattered

his throbbing head as he

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

long seconds, the

out an

her. For a moment, a dangerous glint flickered

"Don't scream!"

widened as he looked up at her, suddenly aware of their skin pressed together. His face flushed a deep

let go, he scrambled for the sheets, trying to cover himself— then, realizing Giselle was even more exposed, he hurriedly wrapped the covers around her instead, cheeks

did

could he possibly have slept with