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 the

She couldn't argue.

and time again. He'd never 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

lurking

Always there.

was afraid of

out that fear, nothing's going to

free of him." Miranda's words kept coming,

"Wait."

in my life, right now. I want him gone

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

what

"Do you really want to keep living like this?

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

"Mila."

and you're terrified out of your mind.

pressed her lips together,

"Just try it my way, just once-who says the prey always has to stay the prey? Who says the hunter can never

pressed. "You've tried everything else. You know as long as you see

not try something

yours

him down-once

the rose

splitting, pink juice dripping down her slender fingers, staining the white bedspread a faint, diluted red-like blood. The sight jolted

Hunt him?

Hunt Lysander?

Who, her?

wildly

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