Chapter 3

Chapter 3:
Silence settled in the car.
After a while, Millie let out a small, soft laugh.
Brandon curled his hand into a fist and turned his face to the window.
There were moments when he used to imagine what their child might look like. He remembered holding her from behind, pressing a hand gently over her belly, whispering, “Millie, when will you give me a baby?” But it hadn’t happened.
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There would still be enough time.
Vivian, however, only had six months left.
Outside, passersby came and went.
Then Millie spoke up. “Just once more, Brandon. Are you completely sure you want to go through with the divorce?”
After all, she had once faked messages to frame Vivian.
She hated Vivian.
Chuckling dryly, Brandon picked up the pen and signed his name.
No one could force his hand. Not even her.
There were two copies of the agreement.
Millie calmly took her copy after he signed both.
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They both stepped out of the car and headed into the courthouse. Together, they filed for divorce.
Next time they came back here, they would finalize everything and collect the official decree.
Once all the formalities were done, the two of them stepped out of the courthouse together.
The sun was already blazing, and the warmth settled on Millie’s skin.
Brandon scanned the people moving about.
It wasn’t hard to tell the couples getting married from those getting divorced.
Some people chose to have their weddings at the courthouse.
A couple walked by, hand in hand.
The woman’s smile triggered something in Brandon. He remembered that same look on Millie’s face a year ago, when they first got married.
Brandon glanced over at Millie, but her face was blank.
“I’ll keep transferring money to your account during the next six months,” he said. “And don’t say anything to my grandparents.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He just turned and walked off.
Millie stood there quietly, watching his car disappear around the corner.
Her cab arrived not long after.
And then, the two cars went in opposite directions.
One turned toward Vivian Floral Design.
The other headed for Crobert Hospital.
Brandon walked into Vivian’s studio, where she greeted him with a gentle smile. He told her, “It’s done. She didn’t make a scene.”
Meanwhile, Millie stepped into the ob-gyn wing and quietly sat opposite the doctor.
The doctor reached over and pulled the curtain.
“Millie… are you sure you want to terminate the pregnancy?” Her best friend and doctor, Alexia Hussain, looked at her with concern. “You were so determined to have a baby. You even worked so hard to get yourself ready for conception…”
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