Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 286

The man at the front looked troubled, glancing over his shoulder at Lysander standing in the doorway. “Sir?”

Lysander raised an eyebrow. “Your mother?”

A cold, almost cruel smile played at his lips. “Isn’t your mother in—”

“Lysander!”

The sharp shout cut him off before he could finish.

A hand shot out, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him into the hallway. The next moment, a fist landed hard across his jaw.

Nathaniel was breathing hard, his face contorted in anger as he hissed through clenched teeth, “What the hell were you about to say?”

It was spring—the time of year when families went out for fresh air and wildflowers. Nathaniel had planned to take Mila and the kids for a picnic, but she hadn’t answered his calls all day. Worried, he’d come over himself.

And walked right into this mess.

If he’d arrived a minute later, what would Lysander have said to the child? Told him his mother killed his father and was now in prison?

Was he out of his mind?

Lysander turned his head, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, unbothered. “Just the truth.”

Nathaniel’s anger flared.

In this moment, years of friendship meant nothing. He lunged forward, fist raised. “Have you lost your mind?”

Lysander blocked him effortlessly, shoving him aside. His eyes, usually sly, turned icy.

“Is it me who’s crazy, or are you, Nathaniel, just hopelessly naïve?” His voice was cold, each word deliberate. “Nathaniel, Mila is my wife. My wife. What are you doing dropping the kid off here? Do you think I’m blind?”

Nathaniel’s face went pale.

He took a few deep breaths, struggling to hold back his rage. “Lysander, you know what Julian’s going through. What choice did I have? What do you think I meant?”

Lysander stared at him for a long moment, eyes hard. “It better be just that.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Mila wasn’t at the Forrest house. He’d have to keep searching.

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