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

scent of lust, every sound tangled with

the nightstand, a tiny camera blinked quietly, recording

***

through

She let out a soft, involuntary

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

Finally, he

his hand, then leaned up, aiming to kiss

his face,

split second later, her scream shattered the

throbbing head as

around in confusion-then his eyes met

seconds, the room was

out an

beneath her. For a moment, a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes, but it vanished

"Don't scream!"

their skin pressed together. His face flushed a

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

How did

had he ended up here? And how could he