Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 356

"Smack!"

On the snowy mountain steps, Archie stumbled backward, clutching his reddening cheek, eyes wide in shock as he stared at his furious father, Xavier Fontaine.

"Dad, you hit me!"

"Damn right I did! You reckless brat-look at the mess you've made! You ran off with your sister-in-law and vanished for days without a word. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Xavier was practically shaking with rage; years of cultivated composure vanished the instant he saw his son.

"Dad, I'll explain later!" Archie blurted, twisting away and bolting up the stairs toward the old chapel. His cousin had just hurried up there with Leonard, faces strained and tense-something was wrong, and Archie could feel it in his gut.

He couldn't relax. He was worried for Mila.

But he made it only a few steps before several bodyguards intercepted him, hauling him up by the arms and dragging him back down the mountain. Kicking out in protest, Archie shouted, "Let me go, old man! You know what my cousin's like—he's insane! He's completely out of control!"

Xavier kept his expression cold as ice. "None of this concerns you anymore. You're finished here. Pack your bags-you're going abroad for college, and that's final!"

"Old man, you-mmph! Mmmph—!"

church doors

lips crashed against her face, then her mouth-hungry, desperate, ruthless. For a moment Mila froze,

a wild frenzy. Finally, she broke free and collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat as she dry-heaved, her body shuddering with instinctive fear and revulsion, her

did she

for years. She'd thought they were buried, but now, seeing Lysander again, every wound reopened, raw as if it had happened just yesterday. She'd coped fine these past days apart, but the moment she felt his presence,

distance—and the slow balm of time-could ever truly heal those

subsided. Sensing someone approach, she scrambled to her feet, putting distance between them,

Lysander halted in place.

it, disgust... hatred. Something dawned on him, and his expression sharpened,

remember, don't you?" he asked, voice soft

"I do."

the snowy mountain, the wind howled, blowing flurries into the chapel, dusting them both

wife stood across from each other, neither

After a long silence-