Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 396

Mila fell silent.

Why was this man so impossibly difficult? He was just as infuriating as Lysander—no, even worse than Lysander!

Not that she dared voice any of this; she kept the complaints locked away inside.

Taking a slow breath, she obediently scooped up a small bite of cake with a spoon and, fighting down a wave of discomfort, offered it to the man. He leaned forward slightly and accepted it from her lips.

The kitchen was unnaturally quiet.

Mila’s nerves were strung tight. She worried that if she’d gotten the flavor wrong, he’d lose his temper—and then she’d really be in trouble.

A long, tense moment passed.

Then, suddenly, Cossio reached out and took the plate from her.

He must want to eat by himself now.

Relief washed over her. The taste must have been right.

But before she could relax, the plate slipped from his grasp. It crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Cake and crumbs scattered everywhere.

Mila’s heart plummeted.

A second later, the man’s voice broke the silence, calm and detached: “Wrong. She would never feed me cake like that… I can’t forgive what happened last night. You need to be punished.”

What?!

Mila nearly swore out loud.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? The problem wasn’t the cake, it was her behavior? And what was that about? Did he seriously mistake her for Lysander’s mother? Was he insane? How could anyone confuse the two of them?

This was madness!

But since her cover was blown and punishment seemed inevitable, Mila decided there was no point in holding back anymore. Gritting her teeth, she spat out, “Sir, why did you even kidnap me? Are you trying to threaten the Montgomery family? Because I’ll tell you right now, Lysander couldn’t care less about me. He only cares about Giselle—Giselle! Taking me hostage is useless. I have nothing to do with the Montgomerys anymore!”

She didn’t expect any mercy from this man.

From what she’d seen these past days, he was the kind who delighted in tormenting people—cold, cruel, and sadistic. The usual threats were bad enough; who knew what kind of twisted punishment he’d come up with next? At least if she fought back, she’d have some dignity left.

No more pretending!

“Whatever you do to me, it won’t hurt the Montgomerys. You’ll get nothing out of it—it’s all a waste of your energy!” Her tone softened a little as she stepped closer. “Listen, why don’t we talk this out? Money, information—whatever you want, I’ll trade for my life. All I want is to survive. I have no interest in your feud with the Montgomerys, and I’ll never get involved. You—”

“She would never say something like that.”

The man interrupted, suddenly closing the distance between them. Mila instinctively backed away until her hips hit the counter, trapping her. His gloved hand reached out, brushing her cheek through the veil she wore. Her scalp tingled with fright.

She tried to swat his hand away, but he caught her wrist in an iron grip. His voice was quiet, almost gentle:

“I don’t care what ties you have—or don’t have—to the Montgomerys.