Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 426

Chapter 419

"There won't be any major changes."

"That's not good enough!"

Francis shot down the idea without hesitation. This was their one chance to take down that old monster-there could be no improvising. He frowned, baffled.

"Did something happen?"

Lysander nodded, his expression darkening as he explained the results of Mila's checkup at the hospital earlier that day.

"We'll have to make a few adjustments."

Francis's face softened a little.

"So that's what's going on. You should've just said so. If it's like that, a few tweaks are fine. Might even work in our favor. But still..."

He hesitated, uncertainty flickering across his face.

"Are you sure about this, Lysander? If she ever finds out you used her like this, there'll be no going back. It'll be over-completely. No woman can forgive that kind of betrayal."

"She'll never find out."

Lysander's voice was low, almost a growl. He raked a hand through his dark hair, frustration written across his face. His tone was cold and final.

"This time, we have to win."

He had no other choice.

"In fact, maybe this is the opportunity we need. If it works out, she'll stay with me willingly. She'll never want to leave again."

"That's deception." Francis's voice was grave.

Lysander pushed open the glass door, his tone calm as the cool ocean breeze slipped through. The setting sun bled gold across the horizon.

love needs a

...

Bedroom.

then slipped into a silk nightgown. When she stepped back into the room, she found him sprawled on the sofa, tapping

unlock the door she'd locked. He was always like this-so overbearing, never caring what she wanted if he'd already made up his mind. She didn't even have the

you lived with a man like this and got mad every time, you'd probably die

for the door, intent on finding another room to sleep in. But as soon as she opened it, he pinned her

tried to keep her voice calm, unwilling

He didn't budge.

neck, breathing her in. Their skin touched; his breath tangled with hers.

his

hold you

coldly.

with the sharp tongue. You just love getting under

grabbing a coat from the rack, he wrapped it around her, buttoned it up

"What are you doing?"

to the doorframe, resisting. "I want to

when we

smack him. He caught her easily, scooped her up (never mind she wasn't wearing shoes), and carried her straight out of the

they passed through the lobby with everyone watching, Mila wanted to

was already waiting at the curb. As soon as they

back,

I'll be

"Be my―!"

point arguing with him; it always went nowhere. Mila just curled up in the back seat, wrapped in his coat, staring out the window at the scenery flashing by,

didn't tease her any further. The ride was

car finally stopped in

the softly glowing string lights in the garden beyond. "Where are we? You're not going to

lifted her out of the car,

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