Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 415

Lysander set down his coffee cup, his fox-like eyes glinting with a trace of amusement as he regarded her calmly. "Give me fifteen days," he said. "For these fifteen days, you have to stay by my side-always, within my sight. Once I've dealt with Cossio, we'll go home, sign the divorce papers, and you'll never have to see me again. I promise, I won't bother you after that."

"Fifteen days?" Mila frowned.

"That's right."

Lysander's smile didn't waver. "Cossio is a thorn in my side-and a real threat to the Montgomery family. As long as he's still out there, neither of us will ever have peace."

He paused, then added, "I came here for two reasons: to save you, and to put an end to him."

"Fifteen days is enough."

...

Mila knew all too well that Cossio was a danger to her. She had no desire to be dragged back to that manor and live every day in fear. Still, trusting Lysander was another matter entirely.

He'd lied to her too many times. How could she be sure he'd keep his word this time? He'd gone back on promises before.

Lysander seemed to sense her doubt. "I've thought it through. I've hurt you enough, and I know you don't want to stay with me anymore. Dragging things out would only make us both miserable, so I'm letting you go. If you don't believe me...I'll swear it."

He spoke without hesitation: "If I break my promise and don't divorce you after fifteen days, may I never know peace as long as I live. Is that enough? Can you trust me one last time?"

deeper. She'd never put much stock in these kinds of oaths plenty of men in the world made dramatic promises, but how many of them were

what other choice

If he decided not to, she'd have no leverage at all. If he turned hostile, she

moment, her only option seemed to be to accept

options, Lysander spoke again. "Don't forget, your aunt's still unconscious. Even if you went back now, there's nothing you could

for these fifteen

"No can do."

"After these fifteen days, we'll be finished for good. Honestly, that doesn't sit well with me so you owe me these last days. I'll admit, if you really put your foot down, I probably wouldn't force it...but anything else is

do I owe

was talking,

she could say anything, Lysander went on, "Besides, it's been so long- don't you want me, even a little? I mean, I look good, I'm in great shape, and you know I

not exactly

Splash.

her coffee over his

...

dining room fell

lurking nearby, watching the drama unfold—hurried over. He burst out laughing at the sight of

day!" he crowed, plopping down beside him. “Your wife's got a