Chapter 335
Chapter 335:
“Millie?” Brandon’s voice drifted to her, low and hesitant.
Millie blinked, pushing aside her memories, and let her fingers slip into his outstretched hand. He steadied her as she rose to her feet.
He drew her close, guiding her into the soft, measured rhythm of a waltz. The music wrapped around them, its gentle current blurring the world beyond the circle of his arms.
His hand pressed lightly at her waist, steering her with practiced ease, each movement threaded with subtle grace.
Leaning down, Brandon murmured close to her ear, “There’s so much I never got to choose. But all those choices—right or wrong—somehow brought us here.”
She tilted her chin, meeting his gaze, finding a vulnerability there that unsettled her.
“I know you’re angry,” he went on, his words almost a sigh. “Angry at the way I wrecked our marriage. Angry that I wouldn’t leave Vivian’s side. Angry that Babette took aim at the people your family once trusted.”
He paused, his breath brushing against her cheek as he pressed on. “Millie, in five months, everything will be the same as it always was. We’ll go right back—like none of this ever happened. Just like before.”
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He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but she turned away, refusing to look back at him.
Just like before? There was no going back—not after everything.
Some wounds never healed. Some hearts, once shattered, stayed that way forever.
Taking a controlled breath, she declared, her voice sharp and unwavering, “Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock. Bring the receipt and every document we’ll need.”
When her words faded, Millie turned to scoop Ari into her arms.
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A glance at his watch reminded Brandon that Eugene and the rest of their group hadn’t arrived yet. “Eugene is on his way. Let’s not risk driving after a few drinks. How about we mark the night with a picture while we wait? It’ll be a nice memory,” he suggested.
Before their separation became official, Brandon yearned for one last photo of them together—a keepsake to bridge the months apart if they ever decided to reunite.
A family portrait would be something to hold onto when all else felt uncertain. Still, he chose not to share this longing with anyone.
A moment of hesitation flickered in Millie’s eyes, but Ari’s small hand wrapped around hers, silently urging her not to say no.
In a barely-there voice, Ari whispered, “Dinner at the neighbor’s house, remember?”
The gentle comment served as a nudge—they’d come so far, and it simply wasn’t worth it to refuse Brandon now. What if he got mad and changed his mind about the divorce?
Millie took a deep breath and agreed with a small nod.
Waving a staff member over, Brandon handed off the camera he’d brought just for this moment.
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