Chapter 194
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Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she balled her fists so tightly her knuckles blanched, refusing to let herself look small. “You told me Vivian was dying—half a year left, you said—and you wanted to care for her. Fine. You told me you needed a divorce for her sake, and I followed you all the way to the courthouse. Whatever you had with her, I let it go. But how could you belittle me? How could you show such contempt for me and my child?”
Millie’s voice barely rose above a whisper, but every syllable rang out beneath the hush of the night. “Brandon, pain isn’t reserved for you and Vivian alone. I made the mistake of loving you, and I will walk away. But what gives you the right to wound me—and my child—like this?”
Her mouth trembled, her voice faltering on those last words. Nails pressed deep into her skin, trying to anchor her composure.
Determined not to break, Millie pressed her lips together in a stubborn, unyielding line.
“Millie…” Brandon’s brow creased with anguish, each word coming out as though it was tearing at him. “About Vivian…”
He struggled for words, but in the end, nothing came out.
Pale moonlight bathed them, casting a cold, shimmering glow across the scene. “Half a year,” he finally managed to say, the words heavy, slow. “That’s all the time she’s been given.”
A hollow laugh slipped from Millie’s lips. For original chapters go to.net
She tilted her chin up, her eyes finding the vast black sky instead of his. How had everything fallen apart like this? Why was he the source of so much pain? She wiped away the last of her tears with the back of her sleeve, unwilling to say any more, and turned to walk away.
Brandon’s hand shot out, gripping hers before she could escape.
“Millie,” he said, her name leaving his mouth hoarsely, unwilling to let go.
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No reply came from her. She twisted her arm, determined to free herself.
But his grip only tightened.
Beneath the moon’s gaze, the red in his eyes matched the stubbornness in his hold.
Millie fought against him, desperate to be anywhere but here.
The night breeze cut through her, and suddenly, the world began to spin again.
That wine…
Years spent by Brandon’s side at countless functions had made Millie an expert in judging the strength of any drink. One sip, and she could tell how much it would take to affect her.
Her limits were never a mystery to her, and tonight’s glass shouldn’t have been enough to faze her.
Years of overseas business had taught her to stay alert for any signs of tampering, and this drink had shown no hints of anything unusual. Babette had no reason to play games like that, either. So why…
As the world tilted around her, she caught sight of Brandon’s fingers tightening around her delicate wrist. Her health had never fully recovered since that brutal fall on the stairs—since she lost the baby.
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