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?"

plenty of men in the

choice

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

it wouldn't matter whether she trusted him or not. In this moment, her only option

your aunt's still unconscious. Even if you went back now, there's nothing you could do except wait-and you'd only be bringing danger with you. Are you sure

deep breath. "Fine. But for these fifteen days, you have to

"No can do."

with me so you owe me these last days. I'll admit,

please—what do I owe

but the way he was talking, Mila began to believe he might actually be serious about the

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 know what I'm doing.

you're not

Splash.

to take another word, Mila emptied her coffee over his head, slammed the cup down, muttered, "Shameless," and

...

dining room

been lurking nearby, watching the drama unfold—hurried over. He burst

the day!" he crowed, plopping down beside him. “Your wife's got a reputation for being quiet and gentle, but