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 he tries to

can catch him in the act, even if

sunlight gleaming cold off his silver-framed glasses. "Mimi, do you really believe that a divorce will end things between you and Lysander? Given how obsessive he is, he won't let you go-not unless you hurt him so badly he

him in the heart, but it only made him

feel pain? Maybe

lowered his gaze, his glasses reflecting the light and hiding his expression. His voice was as calm as ever. "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 going to change his mind, it'll happen soon. And if he

like a good plan, but Mila was still uneasy. "Can I

wanted the house surrounded-maximum

course

a decision and put the past behind her, Mila felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Her smile was brighter than it

woke up, she found Mila humming cheerfully while busy in the kitchen. Curiosity got the better

by. We finally

Miranda's eyes widened.

upstairs asleep. He dropped by, and we had a long talk-cleared the air about

pan on the stove. She waggled her eyebrows. "So, spill-does he still have feelings for

laughed, nudging her back. She grabbed a piece of beef from the finished dish and popped it into Miranda's

I'm really not thinking