Chapter 563

Chapter 563:
“What are you saying?” he asked quietly.
“I’m saying I don’t love you anymore, Brandon,” she said.
Brandon froze.
He had clung so tightly to the idea that their love was unbreakable, that it would survive anything, that one day, she would return to him. But her words now shattered that belief.
“You’re just saying this to hurt me,” he said. “You don’t mean it.” He tried to find an explanation. Was she trying to win the contest? Was this her revenge? Was it anger?
But when he looked into her eyes, he saw no cruelty—just clarity.
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” she said. “I really don’t love you anymore.”
“You…”
“I don’t look back,” she said. “When you chose Vivian, whatever we had, it ended there. The divorce was just a formality.”
She didn’t deny what they once had, nor that she had once loved him deeply. But that love was long gone.
“Brandon,” she said, meeting his eyes one final time. “We can’t go back.” She looked away, her voice quiet. “I think I’ve said enough. Please don’t bother me again. It would only make things harder.”
She turned to Myron and gave him a small nod, ready to leave with him.
But Brandon caught her wrist.
His grip was tight. His eyes were red, and she could see the tears welling up. “Millie,” he whispered. “Are you lying to me? We’ve been through so much. We’ve survived so much.”
His voice trembled. “We’ve faced death together. You can’t just—”
Millie tried to pull away, but he held on. His fingers tightened. She stared at him, genuinely confused. He had been the one to break their vows. He had been the one to stray first.
“What do I have to say for you to believe me?” she asked.
He said nothing. He just stood there, clutching her wrist.
“Fine,” she said.
She gave a small nod and closed her eyes for a moment.
Brandon thought she might soften. He thought her heart might sway. But she turned toward Myron instead.
“In the art room earlier,” she said, “you asked me to take time to think. You said I shouldn’t decide anything in a moment of emotion.” Myron’s eyes sharpened. He listened carefully.
She said his name. “Myron.”
He responded gently, “Yes?”
“I’ve thought it through,” she said. “And I’ve decided. Let’s be together.” Something cracked in the air.
Her wrist ached under Brandon’s grip, but she didn’t look back.
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