Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 321

The young man was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking. “You want me to take responsibility for you?”

Mila took a deep breath.

Right now, she honestly just wanted to find a brick and hurl it at Lysander, consequences be damned.

Calm down. Breathe.

She knew she’d never win in a fight against him. And if she actually managed to hurt him, she’d probably end up in jail—and she was about to graduate. Her future was more important than this.

Gradually, Mila forced herself to regain her composure.

“No,” she said, voice steady at last. “I want you to stay away from me.”

She met his eyes, refusing to flinch. “I have no idea what’s going on in your head, but I stopped expecting anything from you a long time ago. I don’t think you can give me what I want—and honestly, I don’t want it anymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want to see you—ever again.”

She thought that was clear enough. Mila turned to leave, but Lysander’s low, chilly voice stopped her in her tracks.

“So, Forrest can give you what you want?”

Mila’s brow furrowed.

She and Forrest had known each other since they were kids. Their relationship was close, but not romantic. Still, if having someone else in her life meant Lysander would finally let her go, then fine.

She nodded. “Yes. He can. Being with him makes me feel… lighter than I ever have.”

Lysander stood in the shadows, silent.

Mila let out a slow breath, as if finally exhaling all the heaviness that had been weighing on her chest. Her footsteps felt lighter as she walked away.

Behind her, the young man remained rooted to the spot.

After a long while, Leonard—who had been waiting nearby—approached and placed a steadying hand on Lysander’s arm. In that instant, the man’s posture collapsed, his striking face catching the light of a streetlamp, pale as paper and slick with cold sweat.

A dark sedan pulled up.

Leonard helped him into the car, then spoke in a clipped tone to the driver. “Take us to the old man’s estate.”

The hospital was out of the question.

The car slid smoothly into the darkness.