Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 279

**Bamboo Grove**

It was well past midnight when Mila finally received a call from her legal team. The lawyer on the other end sounded frustrated.

“You didn’t get anything?” she asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“We thought Lysander would leave the club with Giselle, maybe catch something intimate—like a kiss or at least a lingering touch—but he left on his own!”

Mila paused, surprised. “He was alone?”

“Yeah. Completely.”

A video popped up in the group chat. Mila tapped to watch. The footage was clear—Lysander, tall and striking, strode out of the club’s front doors alone. He moved with that steady confidence she’d come to associate with him, slipped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, and vanished into the night.

No Giselle. No evidence. Just Lysander, disappearing into the shadows.

Mila hadn’t expected this. For a moment, she let herself feel the sting of disappointment—she’d been so sure they’d finally get the hard proof they needed. Still, her team had waited outside the club all night. That sort of dedication deserved something. She sent a generous tip to the group chat and urged them to keep trying.

* * *

The room was pitch dark.

Giselle’s skin burned, her body consumed by a sudden, overwhelming desire that drowned out every rational thought. She lost herself, demanding more, taking everything she wanted.

The man in her arms was just as eager, his passion matching hers.

The air was thick with the scent of lust, every sound tangled with heat and longing.

On the nightstand, a tiny camera blinked quietly, recording everything.

* * *

Dawn crept through the curtains.

Giselle woke feeling like she’d been run over, sore in places she hadn’t expected. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, but the smile tugging at her lips was unmistakable.

The man beside her was still asleep, his strong arm draped around her bare waist, holding her close. Giselle nestled deeper into his embrace, her body pressed against his in an intimacy that left no room for doubt.

He was hers. Finally, he belonged to her.

She traced her fingers over his hand, then leaned up, aiming to kiss his jaw. But as her gaze landed on his face, her blood ran cold.