Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 361

She tried to get out of bed to make him leave, but a firm hand pressed her down, pinning her to the mattress.

“Don’t move.”

Her bandaged shoulder, aggravated by the struggle, began to bleed again, staining Mila’s shirt crimson. Lysander’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. His voice was cold and unwavering. “Mila, we’re still married. As long as that’s true, you don’t have the right to refuse me—not tonight, not ever. So don’t test my patience.”

Mila’s eyes burned with rage. This man always knew exactly how to get under her skin. She gritted her teeth. “Is this all you know how to do? Bully and threaten?”

“If it works, why stop?”

With that, Lysander climbed onto the bed, trapping her beneath him and pulling the covers over them both. “Settle down. Go to sleep.”

Shaking with anger, Mila struggled, then deliberately rammed her head into the spot on Lysander’s chest where she’d wounded him earlier. He grunted, then let out a low, almost amused laugh, but his grip only tightened, holding her closer.

He really was utterly shameless—a man who lived by his own rules, caring nothing for right or wrong.

Could she really make it through the thirty-day waiting period? The thought crept in, bringing with it a wave of anxiety.

No. She had to get out of the country as soon as possible.

...

Morning.

When Mila woke up, groggy and disoriented, she realized she was alone in bed. She quickly gathered her things and slipped out.

The snow had stopped. The sky was clear and bright.

After a hot breakfast in the dining hall, Mila’s body finally felt warm again. She carefully made her way down the still-icy stone steps and left the mountain.

With cell signal restored, she tried contacting Archie. Last night, stuck on the mountain, she’d worried sick when she couldn’t reach him. She’d even asked Leonard, who was coming up the mountain, and he’d reassured her that the boy’s family had come to get him and he was fine.

Still, she couldn’t quite relax.

She called several times, but there was no answer. Finally, she sent a message: “Let me know when you’re home safe.”

She hurried to the airport—

And was immediately blocked at the gate by Lysander and several men.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to get back to Kingsford early and file for divorce?” Lysander stood tall and unmissable at the boarding gate, his fox-like eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. “Not traveling with me—aren’t you afraid I’ll change my mind?”

People glanced curiously in their direction, some whispering, others trying to snap photos—until the bodyguards quickly intervened.

“My dear wife, after you.”

Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by Lysander’s phone ringing. Sitting beside her, he answered and put the call on speaker. Giselle’s voice came through, tinged with complaint: “Lysander, Adrian and I came to pick you up. Why didn’t you take us with you on your trip? Adrian’s been sulking all morning.”

Lysander’s tone softened. “Next time.”

He started to stand, but Mila caught the cuff of his tailored suit. He glanced down to find her looking at him, her eyes cool and steady.

“City hall.”

If he left now, there was no telling when he’d come back. They needed to file the divorce paperwork today—start the clock.

No more delays.

They locked eyes for a long moment. Lysander silenced his phone and gave her a faint, almost amused smile. “Adrian hasn’t seen you in a while. He keeps telling me he misses you. Have dinner with him tomorrow night.”

Of course he was trying to complicate things again.

Mila forced a smile, teeth clenched. “...Fine.”

Satisfied, Lysander picked up his phone, but instead of calling back, he sent a message. Through the window, Mila saw Giselle check her phone, frown slightly, and then lead Adrian away.

Mila and Lysander got in the car and headed for city hall.