Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 514

At least Mila wasn’t spiraling further down the rabbit hole, and for now, all Miranda could do was sigh and tag along.

Truth be told, she didn’t believe for a second that the person who’d been caught was Lysander.

If it really were him—if someone had pulled off that mask and found Lysander underneath—Jade wouldn’t have sent someone to gently invite them over for a chat. The whole manor would be in chaos by now. Mila was just too rattled from a night of fear and anxiety to notice that detail.

Whoever they’d caught… well, it didn’t matter.

Miranda’s focus was elsewhere. She had to figure out how to coax Mila into playing along with this twisted ‘game’—to get her to help subdue that wild beast before things got out of control.

That man was already teetering on the edge.

No, he’d gone over it.

He’d faked his own death just to achieve a single goal. Someone like that—if he really managed to take Cossio out of the equation, losing the one thing that could both distract and restrain him, then who would his next target be?

And for that new goal, what would he be willing to do next?

Miranda didn’t even want to imagine.

She’d already witnessed his madness up close. In her mind, the only way to keep everyone safe was to figure out how to restrain Lysander before he lost Cossio as his primary target. Otherwise, Mila would inevitably be the one to suffer.

The rest of them would just be collateral damage.

That lunatic wasn’t the type to show mercy to anyone. If he couldn’t get what he wanted, what if he decided to destroy everything in his path? It wouldn’t be the first time.

She remembered what Mila had confided in her—how, back in college, her mind had been tampered with, memories manipulated without her knowledge. Miranda would never let that happen again.

No matter what, she had to try.

Even if she couldn’t gain control, she needed to find something—someone—that could keep him in check. He couldn’t be allowed to keep wreaking havoc on everyone’s lives.

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The manor, lounge.

“I swear, it wasn’t me!”

The man in the black cloak, flanked by security, had barely found his footing before he tore off the ghostly mask streaked with crimson tears. Beneath it was a typically Western face—brown hair, blue eyes—definitely not Lysander. He sounded desperate to clear his name.

“Mrs. Sutherland, I came at your invitation. I barely set foot on the grounds before someone jumped me. I never even saw Ms. Sutherland! I know nothing about any of this! If anything, shouldn’t you be giving me an explanation?”

“An explanation?” Jade, seated on the sofa and sipping her tea, glanced at him coolly.

The man fell silent.