Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 330

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom for what felt like ages.

In the end, the girl was carried out, cheeks flushed deep red, barely able to sit upright in the man's arms as he patiently fed her, spoonful by spoonful.

The young man's dark hair was damp and tousled, a bathrobe thrown loosely over his shoulders. The robe gaped open at his chest, revealing sculpted lines and a languid ease that came only after indulging his desires. He was in good spirits, not the least bit bothered that the girl had bitten his ear hard enough to draw blood. He ignored the fresh wound, focusing instead on coaxing her to eat.

But the girl had no strength left.

She turned away from the spoon he brought to her lips, bracing a trembling hand against his chest, pushing him away in protest. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper.

"When will you finally let me go?"

"You wanted to sleep with me, fine. You've had your way. Now let me leave-I swear, I won't tell a soul."

She wanted nothing more than to get out.

She was sick of being locked in this place, staring at the same four walls, seeing only one face, confined to this endless, suffocating routine.

This wasn't a life; it was a prison sentence. Her dignity and willpower had been trampled underfoot. It felt like she was drowning, spiraling further into the abyss with each passing day.

Her mind was on the verge of collapse.

If only she could leave, if only she could return to a normal life-she could endure anything. But Lysander had to give her hope.

Just a sliver of hope that she could get out.

gazed at her, his face unreadable, voice cool and measured despite the

not enough. Not

do you want

push herself up, but he held her firmly in his lap, refusing to let her go. He bent his head, grazing her

know exactly what

eyes instantly brimmed with

and resentment burst out at once. She snapped,

tray and, with all her remaining strength,

him. Hated him more

had been within reach-her chance at a fresh start, a lifeline

her, treated her like she was nothing and now he dared demand her

He wanted everything, always.

the fork plunged toward him. Yet he didn't flinch, letting the prongs pierce his shoulder.

It wasn't deep.

The fork slipped off his

shoulder, but his expression remained calm. He gathered the

"Feel better now?"

tears as she bit down on his shoulder, hard, drawing even more blood. The metallic scent filled the air while her hot

take

his skin. Lysander's body tensed, but he never let

too,

past her limit, she fainted