Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 367

Forrest only mentioned it in passing and didn’t tease her further. He grew serious. “I know you and Lysander have filed for divorce. Are you planning to wait out the thirty-day grace period, or do you want me to help you leave the country in secret? I’ve already talked to the Federal Security Bureau. We can go whenever you’re ready.”

“If you help me leave, won’t that…”

“It won’t.”

He saw right through her worries and cut her off. “Lysander and I have been enemies for a long time. With or without you, we’d never let each other off the hook. Right now, we’re at a standoff—neither of us can make a move. Don’t worry about me. Just do what feels right for you.”

Relieved, Mila finally shared her thoughts, curious to hear Forrest’s opinion.

“It’s worth waiting, but…” Forrest paused to think. “Knowing Lysander, there’s a good chance he’ll change his mind. He won’t sit still for these thirty days—he’ll definitely try something.”

“So should I give up this chance?”

“No,” Forrest replied, a small smile on his lips. “Why should you be the one to keep backing down?”

He leaned forward, his tone encouraging. “I have a suggestion. You know the nature of my work—my place is under constant surveillance and protection. If you stay at your own house in Willow Lane, you’ll be safe. For your day-to-day errands, you can coordinate with Vance; someone will always be with you. You’ll be fine.”

“So, you mean…?”

“We’ll just see what he tries to do.”

A chilly glint flashed in Forrest’s eyes. “Lysander’s never been one for playing fair. He’s ruthless, unpredictable. But if we can catch him in the act, even if we can’t put him behind bars, we can at least make things difficult for him. Let him taste a bit of suffering.”

He shifted, sunlight gleaming cold off his silver-framed glasses. “Mimi, do you really believe that a divorce will end things between you and Lysander? Given how obsessive he is, he won’t let you go—not unless you hurt him so badly he has no choice.”

“I tried,” Mila said with a sigh. “Nearly stabbed him in the heart, but it only made him crazier. It didn’t help at all.”

She couldn’t help but wonder—doesn’t Lysander feel pain? Maybe that’s just how madmen are.

Forrest lowered his gaze, his glasses reflecting the light and hiding his expression. His voice was as calm as ever. “All right, let’s wait a few days and see what happens. Move back to Willow Lane, and we’ll be neighbors again. If Lysander is going to change his mind, it’ll happen soon. And if he does, I’ll get you out of the country right away, don’t worry.”

It sounded like a good plan, but Mila was still uneasy. “Can I hire a few more bodyguards? It won’t interfere with your security, will it?”

She wanted the house surrounded—maximum peace of mind.