Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 358

“Maniac!”

Lysander didn’t even flinch as blood dripped steadily from his palm, soaking through the front of his shirt. He advanced, step by relentless step, his eyes cold and wild.

Driven by terror but refusing to back down, Mila held her ground.

She’d never expected Lysander could be this ruthless, this extreme—so desperate he didn’t care if he lived or died. He really was a madman, through and through.

What now?

There was no way she was going to let this man ruin the rest of her life. She’d already wasted years on him; with her whole future ahead of her, why should she tie herself to a lunatic’s fate? It wasn’t worth it.

Not at all.

“You—you say you love me?”

A sudden idea struck Mila, inspired by the Red Hat robot’s hidden voice files. She seized her chance, blurting out the question.

Lysander halted.

He stared at her intently, noting the flicker of hatred and disgust in her eyes. Something seemed to dawn on him. He forced a bitter smile, his gaze sharp and inscrutable.

He answered, “No. I don’t love you. Someone as heartless as you doesn’t deserve my love—only chains and darkness.”

He’s insane, Mila thought, drawing a shaky breath.

She’d wanted to use this as leverage, to turn the conversation and steer things toward her own goal, but now it was clear—she was out of options.

Of course. She and Lysander had never truly communicated. Reason never worked between them.

The realization made her pause, then laugh softly at herself. Maybe he was right—maybe she really didn’t have a heart. Even now, all she could think about was how to get out of this marriage cleanly.

But she had cared, once.

She really had.

Snapping out of her daze, Mila tightened her grip on the bloodstained knife. She looked up, her eyes clear and cold. “Lysander, are you really willing to abandon your mother?”

Lysander’s face hardened.

As expected.

If there was anything Lysander valued above all else, it was his mother, Felicity Fontaine—then the Montgomery family name.