Chapter 349

Chapter 349:
Her mind kept repeating that everything was finished now, that she would pull through, that better days were ahead. At least she had Ari now, and the two of them could find happiness.
If she stayed strong, got the divorce decree, won the championship at Heavenly Melody, and sorted out the contract with Brandon to bring back the loyal team that had once worked for the Bennett family… everything would be alright. She would make things right.
Even after losing two children, Ari was still by her side.
A few more moments passed before Brandon spoke again. “How’s your injury?”
At last, Brandon turned to face her.
It hit him then—Millie still hadn’t put the weight back on.
From where he sat, he could make out the sharp line of her collarbone, the dip at the center of her chest, and the delicate limbs that seemed almost too light for the rest of her.
“It’s healed,” Millie said.
Brandon gave a quiet nod. “That’s good to hear.”
He hesitated, then added, “I should’ve come to see you at the hospital. I didn’t.”
Millie said nothing.
“Do you… hold it against me?” he asked, eyes downcast, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Millie wanted to lie. She wanted to say, “No, I don’t,” just to make things easier. Just to get through the day and walk away with the divorce papers tomorrow. But when she thought about the baby she lost, the tanzanite he took, and all the love she had poured into him, the words simply wouldn’t come. Find the newest release on.net
How could she not blame him?
Her emotions churned inside her like a storm she couldn’t calm.
“Millie,” Brandon called her again. “Answer me.”
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His eyes were slightly red when he asked, “Do you blame me?”
Millie turned her head and took a deep breath. Her eyes were wet. She looked at him. He looked just the same as she remembered. In his eyes, maybe there had been guilt once. “Millie…” he whispered.
She pressed her fingers hard into her palm, trying to hold herself together. Then she steadied her voice and said, “What do you think?” Just four words—but they cut deep.
Brandon opened his mouth, but no sound came.
He stared at her. Her eyes shimmered with tears.
He slowly looked away.
“You should blame me,” he said.
Outside the car, the wind rustled through the trees.
“I know you’re angry,” Brandon said quietly, his gaze fixed on the swaying branches. “And you should be. I hurt you because of Vivian.” He paused. “But Millie, I had my reasons.”
She stayed quiet, watching him. Then, suddenly, she let out a soft laugh.
Of course. He always had his reasons. His dilemmas.
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