Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 267

Banquet Hall, Lounge

Giselle had just finished her conversation with Ryan, her goal neatly achieved, and was about to return to the banquet hall when her phone buzzed with a call from Leonard.

He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He told her he’d be leaving early and had already arranged a private car to take her home after the event. No explanation, no chance for her to protest—he simply hung up.

Giselle stared at her phone, her cheerful mood soured by the abrupt dial tone. Leonard was always like this: cold, dismissive, never bothering to treat her with a shred of courtesy.

But soon, she thought, her lips curling into a sly smile—once she and Lysander were married and she became Mrs. Montgomery, things would change. She’d finally have the standing to put Leonard in his place. He’d learn to obey, whether he liked it or not.

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Crimson Gardens

A sleek black car sped through the night, pulling up at the front steps of a stately villa.

Leonard—a tall, imposing figure—stepped out and strode straight through the doors. In the living room, he found Harper pacing anxiously, worry etched across her face.

Before Harper could speak, Leonard gave a curt shake of his head, his expression unreadable, and headed alone upstairs to the study.

He pushed open the heavy door.

The main lights were off; only a single desk lamp cast a dim, yellow glow over the room, throwing the man behind the desk into deep shadow. The elegant lines of his face were blurred by darkness, but the sharp glint of his eyes was unmistakable—a gaze that felt like an arrow aimed right at Leonard.

The air was thick, oppressive.

Leonard hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He took a few measured steps toward the desk, then spoke in a low, controlled voice. “Sir, your head injury hasn’t fully healed. Leaving the hospital now will only slow your recovery.”

“If I hadn’t left, how would I know the dog at home was getting rebellious?” Lysander’s voice was icy, laced with warning.

Leonard bowed his head. “I’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.”

“Punishment?”

The lamp’s dim light caught Lysander’s features, his eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. For a brief moment, his lips curled into a cold, ambiguous smile.

“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation first?”

Leonard stayed silent.

“Speak!”