Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 359

“Forgotten the past, have you?” Lysander let out a low, mocking laugh. Blood still dripped from his hand, but he simply shook it off. “My hand’s injured—I can’t sign anything.”

He’s willing to sign!

Mila’s eyes lit up. She glanced at Leonard, who was waiting outside the chapel. Her meaning was clear—get in here, now.

“You really are heartless,” she muttered under her breath.

She waved Leonard over to bandage Lysander’s wound. Leonard poured disinfectant over the gash, but Lysander didn’t so much as flinch. He sat at the small table, looking across at Mila as if he was seeing her for the first time—there was something appraising in his gaze, tinged with nostalgia.

This Mila was different—bolder, more alive than ever, her beauty sharper, impossible to hide.

Let her go? Not a chance.

He smirked inwardly and didn’t even reach for the pen. His tone was calm as he said, “This agreement gives you nothing. After seven years of marriage, that’s not right. Once we’re down from the mountain, I’ll have a new one drafted. I’ll make sure you get your fair share.”

“I don’t want it!”

She didn’t dare let this drag on—who knew what could happen if they waited? Mila cut him off immediately. “This is fine. I don’t want anything. Just sign it.”

He let out a derisive chuckle. “I’ll sign—but only if you agree to three conditions.”

“Why should I?” Mila snapped. “I’m already walking away with nothing. Why should I have to agree to your terms, too?”

“My hand hurts. Guess I won’t sign after all.” Lysander started to get up.

Mila frantically grabbed his sleeve, her teeth gritted so hard it was audible. “Three is too many! One. Pick one!”

He stood up again.

She yanked him back, nearly knocking him into the table. The legs groaned under the sudden weight. He frowned, just as Mila relented.

“Two! No more than two. And I want to hear them first. If they’re unreasonable, I’m not agreeing.”

But the moment she heard the first, Mila nearly exploded.

“You can’t leave the country.”

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Lysander sat cross-legged on the kneeler, his face composed. Those few words nearly set Mila off.

Stay in the country? Was he kidding?