Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 419

Chapter 412

On the night boat,

Music drifted through the air-soft, haunting, full of hidden longing and desire. In the dim, shadowy cabin, a man and a woman faced each other: she stood, cool and aloof; he sat, silent, head bowed.

They stayed locked in that uneasy stillness for a long moment.

Then Lysander suddenly gave a low laugh. He slowly lifted his head, and the lamplight caught the raw redness in his eyes. His gaze burned with a desperate restraint. Mila's icy detachment seemed unbearable to him, tearing open something deep inside, exposing the raw, fragile flesh beneath his hardened shell.

The sensation of being so vulnerable, so exposed, filled him with shame-a darkness washed over his face.

He stood up and took a hesitant step toward Mila.

Then he stopped.

Her voice broke the silence, low and hard to read, as if stating a fact: "Lysander, you love me." A few seconds passed before she repeated herself, this time with a hint of confusion-almost a question: "You love me?"

He looked down, his expression unreadable.

"You actually love me?"

It was almost a joke—a stray, curious provocation that, against all odds, seemed

to have landed on the truth. A complex surge of emotion left her wanting to laugh, but the sound refused to come. All she felt was bitter irony.

He loved her?

What a joke.

An absolutely ridiculous joke.

mouth, all that came out was silence. Her lips

she could finish, his hand closed

his voice was dark and low, trembling with pain and finality. "Mila, I

his grip, Mila

hand at her neck, feeling the way his fingers shook. For a

clarity, she said,

redness in his eyes deepened he stared at her, jaw clenched, voice barely above a whisper, wild and broken: "I don't love you, Mila. I don't love you. I never have, and

words, desperate, as if saying them could numb the pain squeezing his heart,

the more he said

cracked, choked with

this cruel to

love her. He

out

shallow, her face flushed. Her grip on his hand weakened,

Madman.

limp beneath his hands. The haze of rage fell away and panic crashed in. He let go, catching her as she crumpled to the floor, frantically pressing his ear to her chest for a heartbeat, searching

coughed, violent and

Mila caught her breath. Still clutching his hand, she met his desperate, averted gaze and managed a faint

"I believe you."

hoarse. "I believe you now. You

really loved

heavy as blows, "If you truly loved me, Lysander, I think I'd be

kind of pain, she wanted none

"This is better."

be nothing between us but hatred. Forever. Nothing else, ever

the dim cabin, Lysander sat on the floor, holding her in his arms. Their bodies were close, but he felt only cold, as if he'd fallen

hand

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