Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 321

The young man was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking. “You want me to take responsibility for you?”

Mila took a deep breath.

Right now, she honestly just wanted to find a brick and hurl it at Lysander, consequences be damned.

Calm down. Breathe.

She knew she’d never win in a fight against him. And if she actually managed to hurt him, she’d probably end up in jail—and she was about to graduate. Her future was more important than this.

Gradually, Mila forced herself to regain her composure.

“No,” she said, voice steady at last. “I want you to stay away from me.”

She met his eyes, refusing to flinch. “I have no idea what’s going on in your head, but I stopped expecting anything from you a long time ago. I don’t think you can give me what I want—and honestly, I don’t want it anymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want to see you—ever again.”

She thought that was clear enough. Mila turned to leave, but Lysander’s low, chilly voice stopped her in her tracks.

“So, Forrest can give you what you want?”

Mila’s brow furrowed.

She and Forrest had known each other since they were kids. Their relationship was close, but not romantic. Still, if having someone else in her life meant Lysander would finally let her go, then fine.

She nodded. “Yes. He can. Being with him makes me feel… lighter than I ever have.”

Lysander stood in the shadows, silent.

Mila let out a slow breath, as if finally exhaling all the heaviness that had been weighing on her chest. Her footsteps felt lighter as she walked away.

Behind her, the young man remained rooted to the spot.

After a long while, Leonard—who had been waiting nearby—approached and placed a steadying hand on Lysander’s arm. In that instant, the man’s posture collapsed, his striking face catching the light of a streetlamp, pale as paper and slick with cold sweat.

A dark sedan pulled up.

Leonard helped him into the car, then spoke in a clipped tone to the driver. “Take us to the old man’s estate.”

The hospital was out of the question.

The car slid smoothly into the darkness.

Archie hopped down, swinging the binoculars carelessly from one hand. “Well, I did the math. If we keep driving, even with good luck, we won’t reach Luminara until two or three in the morning. The roads are dangerous at night out here. This spot’s perfect for camping, so I figured, why not spend the night?”

Luminara was their last stop before reaching Solaris City—a notorious stretch of road, and the most perilous one.

Mila understood, and didn’t argue. Together, they found a patch of flat ground, pitched their tent, and used the electric cooker to make a simple meal—something warm and filling to keep their energy up in the biting cold.

By the time they finished eating, night had truly fallen, and the temperature had plummeted below freezing.

It was far too cold.

After some deliberation, they decided against sleeping in the tent. Instead, they folded down the back seats, rolled out their sleeping bags inside the car, and settled in for the night.

There was nothing but wilderness for miles around—not a soul in sight.

An eerie, almost cosmic silence settled over them, and for a moment Mila felt a strange sense of abandonment, as if the whole world had left them behind. Sleep wouldn’t come easily.

Archie, on the other hand, was out like a light, already snoring gently in his sleeping bag.

Mila hugged the oxygen tank to her chest, took a careful breath, and let the soft hum of the car’s speakers fill the emptiness. The loneliness faded, replaced by a fragile sense of peace, and soon she was shivering herself to sleep.