Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 308

The girl instinctively recoiled, only to bump into the broad chest of a man behind her—Leonard.

She tried to dart away, but there was nowhere left to escape. In that moment, Lysander leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fierce and unyielding, as sudden and overwhelming as a summer storm.

Pressed between two men—behind her, a stranger’s steady heartbeat thrummed through her back, while in front of her, her so-called boyfriend loomed, his touch possessive, his gaze burning with a nameless fury. Mila's mind snapped; the tension inside her finally broke.

All she could feel was humiliation.

She shoved at Lysander, her hand sweeping up in a slap fueled by all her anger—only for it to halt midair, caught tight in Leonard’s grip. He didn’t need to use much force; she simply couldn’t move. Before she could even raise her other hand, Leonard pinned that one too.

She was trapped, boxed in by the strength of the young man behind her.

Lysander let out a low, mocking laugh. “I told you—he’s just a dog. He listens only to his master.”

And like any loyal hound, he’d bare his teeth at anything that threatened his master—no matter who it was.

Pity? Sympathy? What a joke.

No one cared.

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Mila was crushed in Lysander’s embrace, his lips rough and insistent on hers. When his fingers slipped beneath her collar, she finally broke down, tears spilling from her eyes—silent, helpless.

Her gaze, usually clear as glass, now seemed clouded, dulled by despair and exhaustion.

She felt like she was losing her mind.

The young man nestled against her chest, his dark hair disheveled, lifted his head just a little. His fox-like eyes shimmered in the dim light, a touch of resignation softening his sharp features.

“Why are you crying again?”

Why is it that every time I see you, I end up like this? Mila thought, her tears coming faster now.

He sighed, a gentle sound, then slid his arms around her, drawing her out of Lysander’s hold. With careful fingers, he fastened the buttons Lysander had undone, cradling her as if to soothe a frightened child.

“There, there. I was just trying to scare you,” he murmured. “Next time, don’t pick a fight with me over things that have nothing to do with us. I’ll get angry. But this time I’ll let it go.”