Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 415 Lysander set down his coffee cup, his fox-like eyes glinting with a trace of amusement as he regarded her calmly. "Givefifteen days," he said. "For these fifteen days, you have to stay by my side-always, within my sight. Once I've dealt with Cossio, we'll go home, sign the divorce papers, and you'll never have to seeagain. I promise, I won't bother you after that." "Fifteen days?" Mila frowned.

"That's right." Lysander's smile didn't waver. "Cosis a thorn in my side-and a real threat to the Montgomery family. As long as he's still out there, neither of us will ever have peace." He paused, then added, "I chere for two reasons: to save you, and to put an end to him." "Fifteen days is enough." Mila knew all too well that Coswas a danger to her. She had no desire to be dragged back to that manor and live every day in fear. Still, trusting Lysander was another matter entirely.

He'd lied to her too many times. How could she be sure he'd keep his word this time? He'd gone back on promises before.

Lysander seemed to sense her doubt. "I've thought it through. I've hurt you enough, and I know you don't want to stay withanymore. Dragging things out would only make us both miserable, so I'm letting you go. If you don't believe me...I'll swear it." He spoke without hesitation: "If I break my promise and don't divorce you after fifteen days, may I never know peace as long as I live. Is that enough? Can you trustone last time?" Mila's brow furrowed deeper. She'd never put much stock in these kinds of oaths plenty of men in the world made tic promises, but how many of them were actually struck down for breaking them? But what other choice did she have? For once, Lysander was willing to talk things through. If he decided not to, she'd have no leverage at all. If he turned hostile, she might not even make it off this boat.

At that point, it wouldn't matter whether she trusted him or not. In this moment, her only option seemed to be to accept and get off this boat as soon as possible.

While she was still weighing her options, Lysander spoke again. "Don't forget, your aunt's still unconscious. Even if you went back now, there's nothing you could do except wait-and you'd only be bringing danger with you. Are you sure that's what you want?" Mila took a deep breath. "Fine. But for these fifteen days, you have to keep your distance from me." "No can do." Just as Mila was about to lose her temper, Lysander grinned. "After these fifteen days, we'll be finished for good. Honestly, that doesn't sit well withso you owethese last days. I'll admit, if you really put your foot down, I probably wouldn't force it...but anything else is off the table." Oh, please-what do I owe you? She could feel her anger rising, but the way he was talking, Mila began to believe he might actually be serious about the divorce.

Before she could say anything, Lysander went on, "Besides, it's been so long- don't you want me, even a little? I mean, I look good, I'm in great shape, and you know I know what I'm doing. Didn't you ever enjoy it before?" "Darling, you're not exactly missing out." Splash.

Unable to take another word, Mila emptied her coffee over his head, slammed the cup down, muttered, "Shameless," and stormed out.

The dining room fell silent again.

As soon as she was gone, Francis-who'd been lurking nearby, watching the unfold-hurried over. He burst out laughing at the sight of Lysander, dripping with coffee and looking utterly defeated.

"Never thought I'd see the day!" he crowed, plopping down beside him. "Your wife's got a reputation for being quiet and gentle, but her temper's something else." Lysander dabbed at his face with a napkin and shot Francis a cool look. "She only loses her temper with me." He put extra emphasis on "only," as if that meant something.

Francis rolled his eyes. "Are you actually proud of that?" Lysander didn't bother responding.

Francis shrugged, leaning in. "But seriously, do you really think you can take down Cosin fifteen days? Are you crazy, or am I?"

Everyone knew-even if the Cosfamily had declined over the years, they were still old money, with roots stretching back centuries. A wounded lion is still a lion. And in this country, they wielded enormous influence. Fifteen days? Sounded like a bad joke.

Even his own family, rivals of Cosfor generations, didn't have the resources to take them on outright. Francis wasn't even in charge yet he couldn't rally his whole clan for this. Lysander's real power base was back home; what he could do here was limited. A drawn-out fight, maybe he could handle. But end it in fifteen days? "Besides," Francis went on, "this isn't how we planned things at all." Lysander set his napkin down, his tone mild. "At least I've bought us stime."

Francis clapped him on the shoulder, opened his mouth, and after a long pause, only managed: "Man, you're a real piece of work. Keep this up and she's going to end up hating you for life. Honestly, you're just asking for trouble." Lysander smiled. "I'll be fine. Bad pennies always turn up." Francis just stared.

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