Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 517

Chapter 512

"No way!"

"I can't do it!"

"Forget it!"

Mila stared at Miranda, stunned for a couple of seconds, then blurted out three rejections in a row, almost by reflex. Seriously, what kind of terrible plan was this?

As if things weren't chaotic enough already.

She just wanted some peace of mind!

"Mila."

Miranda wasn't giving up. She grabbed Mila's hand, her voice quivering with urgency. "Think about it. That maniac—he's like a rabid dog, always chasing after you, never letting go. He even faked his own death! Who knows what he'll try next? Can you really predict what he's going to do?"

Mila fell silent.

Of course she couldn't predict him. But she didn't need to-nothing good had ever come from his schemes, not today, not in the past.

And whatever he was planning now, it was nothing she wanted any part of.

He was always like this.

Miranda saw her hesitate and pressed on, "Ask yourself, why does it always turn out this way? Because you've spent your life trapped in this giant game he's constructed, always on the defensive, always the prey."

Mila's brow furrowed.

She said nothing, just listened.

"You know why you're stuck?" Miranda continued. “Because you're always running. Even if you're not actually fleeing, you still think of yourself as prey. You're afraid of him, always afraid of the hunter."

Mila wanted to argue,

her mouth, but

She couldn't argue.

he'd twisted her up until she barely recognized herself. Even now, long after it all should have been over, the fear

lurking

Always there.

truly was afraid of

long as you can't root out that

of him." Miranda's words kept

"Wait."

I want him gone

She couldn't accept it.

to keep playing the victim, letting him attack you again and again. If this keeps up, you'll never get

that what

with deliberate clarity. "Do you really want to keep living like this? Looking over your shoulder, never

a delicate pink-and-white rose she'd brought from Mila's bedroom. The second Mila saw the flower, she stiffened, her gaze

"Mila."

mind. Is this really how you want to live the rest of your

pressed her lips together,

me." Miranda lifted the rose, her voice soft yet fierce. "Just try it my way, just once-who says the prey always has to stay the

everything else. You know as long as you see yourself as a victim, there's nothing you can do. He'll keep coming

why not try something new? Flip the game. Take control.

yours

him down-once and

crushed the rose in

staining the white bedspread a faint, diluted

Hunt him?

Hunt Lysander?

Who, her?

heart thudded wildly in

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