Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 427

Chapter 420

The projection of the starry sky spun above them, glittering and unreal.

But the moment Lysander spoke, the dazed look on Mila's face vanished, replaced by her usual calm indifference.

"It's not my birthday today," she said coolly.

"I know," Lysander replied, smiling. "But it's coming up soon, isn't it? And when it finally does, we'll have gone our separate ways. I wanted to celebrate with you while we still could."

Just as they'd agreed:

In a little over ten days, they would be nothing to each other.

That was the truth.

But Mila barely managed to stifle a yawn. "There's no need. I don't want to spend my birthday with you."

She didn't want to celebrate with Lysander.

For them, birthdays were anything but pleasant—if anything, the subject bordered on repulsive.

She didn't care that, throughout their seven-year marriage, Lysander always flew abroad for Giselle's birthday, without fail. But what she did care about-what stung-was that every single time he rushed off to throw that woman a party, Mila would invariably end up locked away by Lysander's so-called childhood friends in some deserted manor, as if she might crash the festivities and ruin their fun.

Her pleas for help echoed unanswered in the empty halls. No one came. Only darkness, humiliation, and the bitter taste of abandonment.

So to hear Lysander bring up birthdays now only made her sick with disgust. How ironic.

This man always knew just how to humiliate her.

Mila tore her gaze from the swirling starry lights overhead and fixed her eyes coldly on him. "I'm tired. I want to go back and get some rest."

that,"

her to the table. With his free hand, he flicked a lighter

a wish, darling," he said, his voice

barely

sharp: "I wish you'd settle things with Cossio soon, and that Lysander would finally get out of my life for good. May I never have to see his

single breath, she blew out the candles.

dying flames filled the

the starry sky continued its slow, mesmerizing spin. It was beautiful and mysterious,

"Ha."

you really do have a knack for getting under my skin. Say one more word like that, and I might not be able to hold

beneath her, pulling her tight against him, his gaze predatory and unashamed as

intentions were as clear as

gritted her teeth.

"Then we won't celebrate."

leaned his forehead against hers, brushing his skin lightly against her. "Tonight's just a date.

to go on a

of a choice..." Lysander caught himself, then pressed a gentle kiss

She said nothing.

Could she say no?

Of course not.

and hadn't eaten well all day; the table was set with all her favorites-food she could actually stomach. She decided to just focus

The only downside-

needed his help with everything. He even insisted on cutting up her food, practically feeding her

Lysander asked with a smile, noticing she'd stopped eating.

Full of anger, too.

his chest pressed tightly against her back. He didn't move, just held her close. The silence between them deepened until she could hear nothing but their breathing, feel nothing but the warmth

the rhythm of

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