Chapter 12
Chapter 12:
Vivian reached out and stopped him, still smiling faintly. “It’s the cancer. It’s late-stage. This happens. Don’t worry.” Her caregiver helped her lie back down.
Brandon turned away, already thinking of confronting Millie.
As soon as he left the room, Vivian calmly wiped her mouth and pulled out a small blood bag hidden in her cheek.
She laughed. “What do you think he’ll say to Millie now?” she asked the caregiver. “I’m honestly looking forward to it.”
Then she began to go through the news reports excitedly.
The entire online community seemed against Millie.
“Vivian didn’t even go for life-saving treatment—she just wanted pain meds. Millie really made a scene for no reason.”
“Vivian’s dying, and Millie still wants to pick fights?”
“Mr. Watson and Vivian look perfect together. Like a real power couple.”
“Millie’s fall was so embarrassing. I cringed.”
“Millie, just step aside already!”
“Millie, divorce Brandon!”
“Yeah, divorce Brandon!”
“Divorce!”
Vivian chuckled as she read the comments. Then she sent a message to a contact and gave a few instructions. “Today’s move was perfect. Keep the pressure up. Make sure Millie stays where she is—down. Oh, and find out why she went to the hospital today.”
As Brandon drove home, his phone kept buzzing nonstop.
When he glanced at the screen and saw the caller ID, he felt a headache already forming.
He finally picked up on the last ring.
“Grandma,” he said, trying to sound calm.
“So you still remember you have a grandmother!” Norma Watson, Brandon’s grandmother, barked from the other end of the phone. “What exactly is going on with that Vivian woman?”
Brandon pressed a palm against his temple. “Vivian is sick. She’s not trying to cause trouble.”
“She is not trying to cause trouble?” Norma snapped. “Can you hear yourself? She knows you’re married and still hangs around you, playing the victim and acting like some noble mistress. I’ve never seen anyone so bold and shameless. You need to end this mess and go apologize to Millie immediately.” ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.net
Brandon’s jaw tightened. Millie’s face crossed his mind, and something uncomfortable stirred in his chest.
“Did Millie tell you anything?” he asked, his voice hardening.
“Does she even have to?” Norma fired back. “The entire internet is talking about it! Brandon, Millie is your wife. You watched someone shove her to the ground while you stood there with another woman! You’re embarrassing her in front of the whole world with those reporters watching!”
Brandon remembered that moment. Millie’s face, the way she looked at him—hurt. Maybe he did make a mistake.
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