Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 420

Chapter 413

"Can you tell me why?"

She turned her head, meeting his gaze with a small, practiced smile. But her eyes were as empty and deep as a dark lake-waiting for his answer.

Waiting for the answer they both already knew.

"I'll find the best doctors. Aunt Eleanor will be alright, I promise." Lysander reached out, wanting to take her hand.

Mila pulled away.

"Lysander, your family is too powerful. People like me—we just can't survive in your world. This time, it was my aunt who got hurt, the only family I have left. What about next time? Who will it be then?"

"I don't even want to imagine it. I couldn't bear it. Do you understand?"

There were so few people in her life who had ever truly cared for her. Every one of them was precious, irreplaceable. She couldn't forgive herself if her presence dragged those rare, kind souls into danger just because of her.

Those days in the manor-

Forced to live under the same roof as a madman for so long. She'd taken two bullets. Even her aunt had been drawn into the nightmare because of her, left gravely ill and unconscious ever since. The doctors still couldn't say if she was out of danger. Giselle was one of those who had hurt her. But who had truly caused all of this?

In the long, sleepless nights at the old manor, Mila had gone over it all, again and again.

She finally saw things clearly.

"Lysander, you know as well as I do our marriage was a mistake. It was wrong from the very beginning. We were over long ago."

years of marriage-just

that should have

Let's go home, sign the divorce papers, and put this mistake behind us. After that, let's never

"Mistake, huh?"

as he fixed her with an icy stare. “Seven years of marriage, and in your eyes, it was nothing but

Mila met his gaze, steady

a

The moment you left the country and broke

Smack!

the side, a faint red mark already forming on

"You bastard!"

anger, her whole chest

"Darling, you're the one who broke your promise. Everything has a price,

"A price?"

for them!" Mila had had enough. Her eyes were red with fury, her voice raw and desperate. "Don't pretend you don't know why

silverware and plates

blouse was half torn, his hands hot and rough against her skin. His kiss was

shoulder wound tore open again, blood blooming across her white

scent of blood and froze, suddenly aware of himself. He let go of her in a rush, fumbling

"Get out!"

was breathless from pain and rage. "Get out! I

"Your wound-"

"GET OUT!"

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