Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 361

She tried to get out of bed to make him leave, but a firm hand pressed her down, pinning her to the mattress.

"Don't move."

Her bandaged shoulder, aggravated by the struggle, began to bleed again, staining Mila's shirt crimson. Lysander's expression didn't change in the slightest. His voice was cold and unwavering. "Mila, we're still married. As long as that's true, you don't have the right to refuse me-not tonight, not ever. So don't test my patience."

Mila's eyes burned with rage. This man always knew exactly how to get under her skin. She gritted her teeth. "Is this all you know how to do? Bully and threaten?"

"If it works, why stop?"

With that, Lysander climbed onto the bed, trapping her beneath him and pulling the covers over them both. "Settle down. Go to sleep."

Shaking with anger, Mila struggled, then deliberately rammed her head into the spot on Lysander's chest where she'd wounded him earlier. He grunted, then let out a low, almost amused laugh, but his grip only tightened, holding her closer.

He really was utterly shameless-a man who lived by his own rules, caring nothing for right or wrong.

Could she really make it through the thirty-day waiting period? The thought crept in, bringing with it a wave of anxiety.

No. She had to get out of the country as soon as possible.

Morning.

When Mila woke up, groggy and disoriented, she realized she was alone in bed. She quickly gathered her things and slipped out.

stopped. The sky was clear and

breakfast in the dining hall, Mila's body finally felt warm again. She carefully made her way down the still-icy stone steps and left the

asked Leonard, who was coming up the mountain, and he'd reassured her that the boy's family had come to get him and he was

couldn't quite

but there was no answer. Finally, she sent a message: "Let me know when you're home

hurried to

immediately blocked at the gate

to get back to Kingsford early and file for divorce?" Lysander stood tall and unmissable at the boarding gate, his fox-like

some whispering, others trying to

wife,

the other side of the tarmac, a private jet emblazoned

no way out of

happened, she

dozens of eyes watching, they boarded the private

appeared beneath them

out the window, Mila saw the familiar skyline of the capital city. She hadn't been gone long, but it felt like another lifetime.

landed and rolled to a

settled on a spot outside the terminal. Her eyesight was sharp-she spotted a car parked near the runway, with a woman and a child

it.

Giselle and Adrian.

to guess they were

Adrian. The boy looked pale and withdrawn,