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.

and disgust in her eyes. Something seemed to dawn on him. He forced a bitter smile,

answered, "No. I don't love you. Someone as heartless as

Mila thought, drawing a

this as leverage, to turn the conversation and steer things toward her own goal, but now it was clear-she was out

Lysander had never truly communicated. Reason never worked

laugh softly at herself. Maybe he was right —maybe she really didn't have a heart. Even now, all she

had

She really had.

tightened her grip on the bloodstained knife. She looked up, her eyes clear and cold.

Lysander's face hardened.

As expected.

was anything Lysander valued above all else, it was his mother,

of marriage, at

health has been fragile for years; 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

shown her real kindness, the woman who'd

was the only

know me, Lysander. Then you should know I see no hope if I stay by your side.

to destroy your mother—and the Montgomery

narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. "Is that a

"Yes."

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

metal cold against her skin. Her lips curled in a