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 words wouldn't

She couldn't argue.

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

lurking in

Always there.

was afraid

long as you can't root out that fear,

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

She couldn't accept it.

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

that what you

speaking each word with deliberate clarity. "Do you really

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

"Mila."

your mind. Is this

pressed her

the rose, her voice soft yet fierce. "Just try it my way, just once-who says the prey always has to stay the prey? Who says the hunter can

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

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

yours to

down-once and for

the rose in

the white bedspread a faint, diluted

Hunt him?

Hunt Lysander?

Who, her?

thudded wildly

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