Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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,

but the words wouldn't

She couldn't argue.

her to her core, time 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,

devil lurking in the

Always there.

was afraid of

can't root out that fear, nothing's going to change.

of him." Miranda's

"Wait."

"This isn't just about psychological scars or whatever. He's actually back in my life, right now. I want him gone completely. I'l handle my own

She couldn't accept it.

"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 up, you'll never get what you want. It'll only get

what you

her chin, locking eyes with Mila, speaking each word with deliberate clarity. "Do you really want to keep living like

out, palm up, revealing a delicate pink-and-white rose she'd brought from Mila's bedroom. The second Mila saw

"Mila."

little flower, and you're terrified out of your mind. Is this really how you

pressed her lips together,

just once-who says the prey always has to stay the prey? Who says the hunter

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

not try something

him yours

him down-once and

rose in her

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 in her