Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 367

Forrest only mentioned it in passing and didn't tease her further. He grew serious. "I know you and Lysander have filed for divorce. Are you planning to wait out the thirty-day grace period, or do you want me to help you leave the country in secret? I've already talked to the Federal Security Bureau. We can go whenever you're ready."

"If you help me leave, won't that..."

"It won't."

He saw right through her worries and cut her off. "Lysander and I have been enemies for a long time. With or without you, we'd never let each other off the hook. Right now, we're at a standoff-neither of us can make a move. Don't worry about me. Just do what feels right for you."

Relieved, Mila finally shared her thoughts, curious to hear Forrest's opinion.

"It's worth waiting, but..." Forrest paused to think. "Knowing Lysander, there's a good chance he'll change his mind. He won't sit still for these thirty days-he'll definitely try something."

"So should I give up this chance?"

"No," Forrest replied, a small smile on his lips. "Why should you be the one to keep backing down?"

He leaned forward, his tone encouraging. "I have a suggestion. You know the nature of my work-my place is under constant surveillance and protection. If you stay at your own house in Willow Lane, you'll be safe. For your day-to-day errands, you can coordinate with Vance; someone will always be with you. You'll be fine."

"So, you mean...?"

see what

we can catch him in the act, even if we can't put him behind bars, we can at least make things difficult for

end things between you and Lysander? Given how obsessive he is, he won't let you go-not unless you hurt him

"Nearly stabbed him in the heart, but it only made him crazier. It didn't help

wonder-doesn't Lysander feel pain? Maybe that's

"All right, let's wait a few days and see what happens. Move back to Willow Lane, and we'll be neighbors again. If Lysander is

but Mila was still uneasy. "Can I hire a few more bodyguards? It

house

course not.

made a decision and put the past behind her, Mila felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her smile

found Mila humming cheerfully while busy in the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of her.

We finally talked things

Miranda's eyes widened. "When did

dropped by, and we had a long talk-cleared

proactive." Miranda joined her in the kitchen, playfully bumping Mila as she stirred a pan on the stove. She waggled her eyebrows. "So, spill-does he still

over," Mila laughed, nudging her back. She grabbed a piece of beef from

not thinking about that