Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 357

So what if you can?

A trace of a smirk tugged at Lysander's lips.

"My dear, it seems I was far too gentle with you seven years ago. But that's alright -we have all the time in the world." He gestured toward the path behind them. "It's cold up here on the mountain. Let's go home."

He reached out, but in a flash of silver, the air split with violence.

He didn't flinch. Blood welled from the deep gash across his palm, dripping from his fingertips to the floor. Leonard, who had been waiting anxiously by the door, made to rush in, but Lysander shot him a warning look and raised his uninjured hand to stop him.

"I told you stay out of this!"

Mila stood poised, both hands gripping the knife, her face pale but her gaze unyielding, fixed on the man before her.

"Not bad. You've got a real mean streak."

If he felt the pain, Lysander didn't show it. His lips twisted in a smile as he kept moving forward, step by deliberate step, until he stood before her. With a violent motion, his wounded hand clamped down around the blade, ignoring the blood as it streamed down his wrist. Under Mila's horrified stare, he turned the tip of the knife so it pointed straight at his own heart.

Good.

"Go on. Do it."

his chest, and let out a low, taunting laugh. "What's

know you too

rational, so collected. Every choice, every person gets weighed on those invisible scales of yours, and if the answer isn't

your life in prison. Even now, at the edge, you're

years, I've wondered-do you

vision blurred. Her voice shook with disbelief. "You think I don't have a heart? You think I'm the one

out

heartless here? I gave you everything. I gave you my love first, and you tossed

name caught in her throat. That child, even if conceived from lies, had grown inside her for nine long months. He was flesh of her flesh, her own blood. She had once believed that everyone might betray her, but

But she was wrong.

filled with

that, you stand here and tell me I

harder, threatening