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...?"

what he tries

him in the

shifted, 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

a sigh. "Nearly stabbed him in the heart, but it only made him

help but wonder-doesn't Lysander feel pain? Maybe that's just how madmen

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.

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

house surrounded-maximum peace

"Of course not.

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

while busy in the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of her. "You look awfully happy-did you win

by. We

eyes widened. "When did

He dropped by, and we had a long

stirred a pan on the stove. She waggled her eyebrows. "So, spill-does

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

really not thinking about that right