Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 548

Someone was watching her from nearby, their gaze bold and predatory—sharp as a knife stabbing into Mila’s back. The hairs on her arms stood on end, her limbs turning rigid with alarm.

Who the hell was it?

Was it Lysander?

Was he hiding in the shadows, getting some twisted pleasure from frightening her, playing games in secret? Or was there something else he wanted?

Maybe it was paranoia, or maybe it was the breaking point of everything she’d swallowed down for months—but Mila didn’t bother ducking away or scanning the room to find whoever was staring at her. Instead, she strode out of the restaurant, her head held high.

It was blazing in the daylight.

She found herself on a busy street near the hospital, cars and people flowing past in an endless stream.

Mila stood there on the sidewalk, in the full glare of the sun, just standing tall as the world moved around her. There was not a trace of fear on her face; her eyes were cold, unwavering.

She could still feel that stare, heavy and insistent.

But she didn’t move.

If this person wanted to see her scared, shrinking away, well, she wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction. She’d stand right here, out in the open, letting them look all they wanted.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Leonard.

He picked up almost immediately.

Before he could even speak, Mila, still burning under that relentless gaze, snapped, “Are you people ever going to stop? If you’ve got this much time to waste, why not do something useful? What about Cossio? Just dropped the case? Why are you watching me day and night? What is it—are you still hoping to squeeze something out of me that you haven’t already? If so, just say it. Stop with these disgusting games!”

She’d had enough.

Whatever happened at that masquerade at the estate had already pushed her to the edge. Now, her own home had been invaded, and she couldn’t step outside without feeling hunted. No privacy, no peace—a little more each day, and now they didn’t even bother to hide it.

She was done.

She wasn’t going to exhaust herself playing cat and mouse forever. If they wanted to hide, she’d rip the mask off and force everything out into the open, no more letting it fester in the dark.

She refused to play along.

There was a long silence on the other end.

When Leonard still didn’t answer, Mila took a breath and pressed on. “Don’t bother telling me it isn’t you. If this were your surveillance, I wouldn’t be able to tell. And don’t try and pin it on Cossio’s people.”

She hesitated, then continued. “Cossio likes his little games, sure, but tell me—what would he get out of watching me? What’s the point? I’m not his target.”

Back in the hospital, when Leonard first told her she was being monitored, she’d accepted his explanation. But after her home was broken into, the more she thought about it, the less sense it made.

Why would Cossio still be tailing her?

If he wanted to hurt her, she’d given him plenty of chances over the past year, all those trips in and out of the country. He never made a move. And with how ruthless he was supposed to be, if he’d already broken into her home, why not just kidnap her outright?