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

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

a tiny camera

***

through the

She let out a soft, involuntary

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

was hers. Finally, he belonged to

her fingers over his hand, then leaned up,

his

split second later, her scream shattered

jolted awake, clutching his throbbing head as he

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

three long seconds, the room

the man let out an even louder, more

hand over his mouth, pinning him beneath her. For a moment, a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes,

"Don't scream!"

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

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,

How did

How had he ended up here? And how could he