Chapter 283

What's there to learn, anyway?

He hadn't had a chance to hang out with the guys in nearly three weeks!

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Lillian's Manor, ground floor hall.

Mila sat at the table, her hand resting on the handle of a knife, waiting in silence while the rain outside battered the windows with restless impatience.

Moments later, the front door swung open.

A tall man stepped inside, rainwater still clinging to his tailored black suit. He carried himself with that effortless air of privilege, as if the world itself owed him respect.

"You asked to see me," Lysander said, striding closer, his mood clearly good. "Does that mean you've finally come to your senses and you're ready to—"

He stopped short when his eyes landed on the knife in Mila's hand-and the scattered documents on the table. His brow furrowed.

Mila glanced up at him, her voice cool and steady. "Ready to do what, exactly?"

"My dear, that thing's dangerous," Lysander replied, frowning as he stepped forward, reaching to take the knife from her.

The blade flashed between them, her grip

pace, then tossed a stack of photos at him. Her tone was

dropped to the pictures-photos of a hand, battered and bruised, so mangled it was painful to look at. The color drained from his face;

stared at Mila, who looked back with a chilling

matter?" Mila's lips curled into a bitter, mocking smile. "I'm only asking one thing was it you? Was it you

Lysander's hand fell away. The photos slipped from his

"So what if I did? Frankly, I should've done worse. If

hand trembled around

him, her

black and white the ugly truth of their seven-year marriage—a beginning built on lies, ending in ashes. Lysander looked down for a long moment, then slowly lifted

all the confirmation

man standing across from her. In that instant,

voice broke. "You're insane. You

face was unreadable. "Mila, you betrayed me first. I only did what had to

a strangled laugh, her whole body shaking. She had to grip the table to keep

she glared at him, her voice raw and full of pain. "Lysander, I

wind howled outside, rain hammering the glass. The world

heavy as

Mila a long

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