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.

raised a hand to her outside the bedroom, but mentally, he'd twisted her up until she barely recognized herself. Even now, long after it all should have been over, the fear he'd carved into her was instinct-she flinched at his

lurking

Always there.

was afraid of

root out that fear, nothing's going to change.

free of him." Miranda's words

"Wait."

about psychological scars or whatever. He's actually back in my life, right now. I want him gone completely. I'l handle my own nightmares later. But the idea you're

She couldn't accept it.

hear me out," Miranda insisted. "These scars are already hurting you, Mila. They're forcing you to keep playing the victim, letting him attack you again and again. If this keeps

what

Mila, speaking each word with deliberate clarity. "Do you really

bedroom. The second Mila

"Mila."

and you're terrified out of your mind. Is this really how you want

pressed her

my way, just once-who says the prey always has to stay

you're scared of him. But do you have any better ideas?" Miranda pressed. "You've tried everything else. You know as

try something

yours

him down-once and for

crushed the rose in her

juice dripping down her slender fingers, staining the white bedspread a faint,

Hunt him?

Hunt Lysander?

Who, her?

wildly

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