Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 548

Someone was watching her from nearby, their gaze bold and predatory-sharp as a knife stabbing into Mila's back. The hairs on her arms stood on end, her limbs turning rigid with alarm.

Who the hell was it?

Was it Lysander?

Was he hiding in the shadows, getting some twisted pleasure from frightening her, playing games in secret? Or was there something else he wanted?

Maybe it was paranoia, or maybe it was the breaking point of everything she'd swallowed down for months-but Mila didn't bother ducking away or scanning the room to find whoever was staring at her. Instead, she strode out of the restaurant, her head held high.

It was blazing in the daylight.

She found herself on a busy street near the hospital, cars and people flowing past in an endless stream.

Mila stood there on the sidewalk, in the full glare of the sun, just standing tall as the world moved around her. There was not a trace of fear on her face; her eyes were cold, unwavering.

She could still feel that stare, heavy and insistent.

But she didn't move.

If this person wanted to see her scared, shrinking away, well, she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction. She'd stand right here, out in the open, letting them look all they wanted.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Leonard.

He picked up almost immediately.

Before he could even speak, Mila, still burning under that relentless gaze, snapped, "Are you people ever going to stop? If you've got this much time to waste, why not do something useful? What about Cossio? Just dropped the case? Why are you watching me day and night? What is it are you still hoping to squeeze something out of me that you haven't already? If so, just say it. Stop with these disgusting games!"

She'd had enough.

already pushed her to the edge. Now, her own home had been invaded, and she couldn't step outside without feeling hunted. No privacy, no peace—a little more each day, and now they didn't even bother to

She was done.

mouse forever. If they wanted to hide, she'd rip the mask off

to

long silence on the other

breath and pressed on. "Don't bother telling me it isn't you. If this were your surveillance,

hesitated, then continued. "Cossio likes his little games, sure, but tell me— what

monitored, she'd accepted his explanation. But after her

still

of the country. He never made a move. And with how ruthless he was supposed to

It didn't add up.

Still, Leonard said nothing.

does he actually want?" she demanded, voice

No answer.

tell him to just say it. Can he

voice

mean

At last, an admission that the man

his intentions? She didn't believe

myself.

with her since she got back to

he was, anger alone shouldn't have kept

course, he'd gone

the end of the day, Leonard had always belonged to Lysander-the Montgomery

expected anything

him on. Let him explain," Mila