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—!"

doors banged

kneeling woman at the altar. Before Mila could react, a forceful grip yanked her up into a hard embrace. Cold lips crashed against her face, then her mouth-hungry, desperate, ruthless.

his hair in a wild frenzy. Finally, she broke free and collapsed to the ground, clutching her

then did

and control—had haunted her for years. She'd thought they were buried, but now, seeing Lysander again, every wound reopened, raw as if it

only distance—and the slow balm of time-could ever

finally subsided. Sensing someone approach, she scrambled to her feet, putting distance between them, her voice raw and trembling:

Lysander halted in place.

terror, and beneath it, disgust... hatred. Something dawned

don't you?" he

"I do."

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

and wife stood across from each other,

After a long silence-