Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 299

“An arrangement?”

Mila, still dizzy from the alcohol, echoed his words without thinking.

Her cheeks were flushed—a side effect of her low tolerance—and when she raised her head, her eyes were dewy and unfocused, her gaze drifting up to meet Lysander’s.

Something darkened in Lysander’s eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, voice turning even lower, rougher.

He spoke slowly. “Yes. I’ve been thinking… If what you need is stability, I can give you that. But not as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Mila froze, not quite following.

He continued, his tone lazy, almost careless. “I know you’re struggling with money. I can support you—two thousand a month, on call whenever I want. But you can’t tell anyone about us. When it’s over, I’ll give you a bonus. You won’t lose out. Satisfied?”

As if he already expected her agreement, Lysander didn’t wait for her reply. He leaned in, impatient now, and crushed his mouth to hers.

His breath was scorching.

One of his big hands wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her against his chest. The kiss was clumsy and urgent, rough enough to feel like he wanted to devour her whole.

Mila started to shake.

Reality snapped back, and she recoiled, shoving at Lysander’s chest with all her strength. She beat her fists against him, eyes wide and brimming with tears, disbelief written all over her face.

She finally broke free.

Staggering back a few steps, she felt a burning pain on her lips—they were already swollen.

“You—!”

She glared at him, chest heaving, a suffocating sense of humiliation rising inside her. She could hardly believe what she’d just heard.

Support her? What did he take her for?

During her struggle, she’d accidentally landed a fist on his jaw. Lysander pressed a hand to the reddening spot, frowning, and his next words came out sharp and irritated.

“Not enough? Three thousand, then.”

She couldn’t trust Lysander’s temper, either.

And she was right.

Angry men could be terrifying.

Not long after, the school announced a problem with the scholarship and hardship grant applications—a “processing error,” they said. All awards were suspended, pending a new review.

But days passed with no updates.

No matter how many times Mila resubmitted her paperwork, it was always rejected, labeled “incomplete”—no hope at all.

It wasn’t long before Miranda, her friend, got the real story: the scholarship and hardship grant had been quietly given to another student.

Mila barely had time to react before Miranda exploded with indignation.

“What? What right does he have to that money? The scholarship, fine, but the hardship grant? The guy just posted his brand new iPhone and a car on social media last week! Seriously, what part of his life is ‘hardship’? Ugh, I’m so mad I could scream!”