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

...

Bedroom.

avoid her injury as she showered quickly, then slipped into a silk nightgown. When she stepped back into the room, she found him sprawled on the

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 energy

a man like this and

room to sleep in. But as soon as she opened it, he pinned her against the frame, locking the

She tried to keep her voice calm, unwilling

He didn't budge.

her neck,

when his

move. Let me hold

Mila said coldly. "You're

You just

to kick him. Then, grabbing a coat from the rack, he wrapped it around her, buttoned it up despite her protests, and all but dragged

"What are you doing?"

resisting. "I

when

kiss on her lips—just as she tried to smack him. He caught her easily, scooped her

the lobby with everyone watching,

As

back, I'm not even wearing

I'll

"Be my―!"

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,

surprise, Lysander didn't tease her

long while, as dusk gave way to full night, the car finally stopped in front of a secluded garden. Lysander got out first, opened her door, and reached for

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

lifted her out of the car, carrying her

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