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.

again. He'd never raised a hand to her outside the bedroom, but mentally, he'd twisted her up until she barely recognized herself.

devil lurking

Always there.

truly was

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

him." Miranda's

"Wait."

now. I want him gone completely. I'l handle my own nightmares later. But the idea you're suggesting? It's the exact opposite. You're

She couldn't accept it.

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

that what

locking eyes with Mila, speaking each word with deliberate clarity. "Do you really want to keep living like this? Looking over

bedroom. The second Mila saw the flower, she stiffened, her gaze darting away. Miranda's eyes

"Mila."

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

her

voice soft yet fierce. "Just try it my way, just once-who

Miranda pressed. "You've tried 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.

him yours

him down-once

rose in

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

Hunt him?

Hunt Lysander?

Who, her?

thudded wildly in