Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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," Lysander answered

but in one smooth motion, he lifted her by the waist and carried her to the table. With his free hand, he flicked a

wish, darling," he

barely stand

made her wish out loud, voice clipped and sharp: "I wish you'd settle things with Cossio soon, and that Lysander would finally get out of my life for

blew out the

crackle of dying flames filled

its slow, mesmerizing spin. It was beautiful and mysterious, but whatever warmth or romance it might

"Ha."

"Darling, you really do have a knack for getting under my skin. Say one more word like

pulling her tight against

intentions were as clear

gritted her teeth. "I hate

"Then we won't celebrate."

brushing his skin lightly against her. "Tonight's

don't want to go on

himself, then pressed a gentle kiss between her brows. "Just bear with me

She said nothing.

Could she say no?

Of course not.

the table was set with

The only downside-

help with everything. He even insisted on cutting up her food, practically feeding her himself. Mila could have ground her teeth to dust with

a smile, noticing she'd stopped eating.

Full of anger, too.

The silence between them deepened until she could hear nothing but their breathing, feel nothing but the warmth seeping through thin

rhythm of his heart seemed