Chapter 10

Chapter 10:
Then, without looking back, she said calmly, “I feel sorry for Miss Simpson. But that’s all.”
Someone nearby, unaware, asked, “So, are you friends with her?”
Millie gave a short laugh. “Friends? No. I wouldn’t call someone clinging to my husband a friend.”
She turned and waved to Alexia, who had just pulled up.
“Millie!” Brandon called after her, his face red with rage.
But she didn’t turn around. She stood tall and kept walking.
Alexia got out and moved quickly toward her friend, scoffing as they left, “You’d think they were the married couple confronting the home-wrecker. Absolutely ridiculous.”
Vivian’s lips parted to respond. “You…”
But Alexia cut in before she could say a word. “What? Tell me I’m wrong. If you’re planning to use the press to scare me, go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Vivian’s face turned even paler, looking as if she might faint.
Reporters scrambled, voices rising all at once.
Alexia ushered Millie into the car, not sparing another glance behind them. “Don’t worry,” she said. “She’s definitely faking it. I’ve seen enough of these cases to tell in a second.”
Millie gave her a small smile. “I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you. What if this mess affects your job?”
At a red light, Alexia grinned and nudged her. “Don’t forget my dad’s the hospital director.”
Millie raised an eyebrow. “The same dad you swore you’d never speak to again?”
Alexia shrugged. “You never know when a connection comes in handy. Honestly, sometimes I wish all the powerful people out there were my dads.”
They both laughed, the tension slowly easing from Millie’s face. As the light turned green, the car moved forward again.
“I’ve got the afternoon free,” Alexia said, stretching. “Whatever you need, I’m ready.”
Playing along, Millie turned to her with a sly grin. “Great. I need help with something.”
“What is it?” Alexia asked curiously.
“Help me move.” She grabbed Alexia’s wrist. “You can’t back out now.”
Alexia groaned but gave in.
Before long, the two of them arrived at the house Millie had shared with Brandon, along with a team of movers and organizers.
The house had come together quickly after their rushed wedding.
Everything—furniture and layout—had felt temporary at first. But over the year, Millie had made a home out of it, filling it with warmth.
At least, she tried.
Alexia directed the workers while Millie moved quietly around the room, her hands light on every object. On a shelf, she spotted a bottle of Chanel No. 5—the first gift Brandon ever gave her. He’d brought it back from a business trip.
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He had pulled her into his arms. His kisses were quick, urgent. They had been just like any young couple in love back then.
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