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."

like that,"

her by the waist and carried her to the table. With his free hand, he flicked a lighter and set

he said, his

could barely stand

bother hiding it. She made her wish out loud, voice clipped and sharp: "I wish you'd settle things with Cossio soon,

blew out the

dying flames filled

It was beautiful and mysterious, but whatever warmth or romance it might have held was gone-replaced by the thick

"Ha."

silence. Mila flinched as she felt his lips nip hard at her ear, leaving her skin burning. "Darling, you really do have a knack for getting under my skin. Say one more word

her, pulling her tight against him,

intentions were as clear as

teeth. "I hate

"Then we won't celebrate."

his forehead against hers, brushing his skin lightly against her. "Tonight's

to go on a

Lysander caught himself, then pressed a gentle kiss between her brows.

She said nothing.

Could she say no?

Of course not.

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

The only downside-

so she needed his help with everything. He even

asked with a smile, noticing she'd stopped eating. "Full,”

Full of anger, too.

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

the rhythm of his

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