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.

that masquerade at the estate had 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

She was done.

they wanted to hide, she'd rip the mask

to play

silence on the

Mila took a breath and pressed on. "Don't bother telling me it isn't you. If this were your surveillance, I wouldn't be able to tell. And don't try and pin it on Cossio's

"Cossio likes his little games, sure, but tell me— what would he get out of watching me? What's the point? I'm

Leonard first told her she was being monitored, she'd accepted his explanation. But after

Cossio still be tailing

and out of the country. He never made a move. And with how

It didn't add up.

Still, Leonard said nothing.

does he actually want?" she demanded, voice

No answer.

it is, whatever he's hoping to get from me, tell him to just say it. Can he be direct for once? Can he

Leonard's voice finally came,

mean

At last, an admission

intentions? She didn't

Then let me ask him myself. What does he want? He's there with you, isn't

with her since she got back to the

the arguments-but knowing how stubborn he was,

of course, he'd gone back

to Lysander-the Montgomery

expected anything

him on. Let him