Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 358

"Maniac!"

Lysander didn't even flinch as blood dripped steadily from his palm, soaking

through the front of his shirt. He advanced, step by relentless step, his eyes cold and wild.

Driven by terror but refusing to back down, Mila held her ground.

She'd never expected Lysander could be this ruthless, this extreme-so

desperate he didn't care if he lived or died. He really was a madman, through and through.

What now?

There was no way she was going to let this man ruin the rest of her life. She'd already wasted years on him; with her whole future ahead of her, why should she tie herself to a lunatic's fate? It wasn't worth it.

Not at all.

"You-you say you love me?"

A sudden idea struck Mila, inspired by the Red Hat robot's hidden voice files. She seized her chance, blurting out the question.

Lysander halted.

her eyes. Something seemed to dawn on him. He forced a bitter smile, his gaze sharp and

don't love you. Someone as heartless as you doesn't deserve my

insane, Mila thought, drawing a

this as leverage, to turn the conversation and steer things toward her own

Lysander had never truly communicated. Reason never

have a heart. Even now, all she could think about was how to get out

she had

She really had.

bloodstained knife. She looked up, her eyes clear and

Lysander's face hardened.

As expected.

else, it was his

of marriage, at least she'd

her nerves are shot. If anything happens to you up here tonight, it'll destroy her-you know that as well as I do. And the Montgomery family would be ruined right along

using the one person who'd shown her real kindness, the woman who'd treated her

the only card

words, Mila pressed on. "You say you know me, Lysander. Then you should know I see no hope if I stay by

is gone, reason disappears. Are you really willing to destroy your mother—and the

his voice icy. "Is

"Yes."

forward, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You've driven me to this, Lysander. You've left me no way out. Your mother has always been kind to me, treated me like her own. I care about her too. If I can't go on, I'll make sure she's the last person I

pressed the blade to her throat, the metal cold against her skin. Her