Chapter 609

Chapter 609:
Vivian’s livestream had been a surprise, and much of this had been arranged last-minute by Millie, with Elliott Group handling the details.
Myron had chosen the second-layer photo. Millie had never seen it before.
Now, as the fire began to recede, the new photo came into full view.
It was taken by the sea.
Millie, wearing a flowing blue dress, stood barefoot in the shallow water, splashing the waves with her hands. Her face was filled with pure, unguarded joy.
Beside her, Myron held her heels and looked at her with soft eyes, overflowing with love.
They gazed at each other—Millie unaware of her blooming feelings, while Myron quietly hid his.
It must have been taken on their first date. Though the magnificent blue rain had stopped by the time the photo was taken, traces of it remained. Drops of blue rain lingered in the sand, making the scene seem straight out of a fairytale.
Millie paused.
She stared at the photo, her fingers gently brushing her smiling face, then settling on Myron’s eyes—those deep, tender eyes.
She had never seen this photo before.
She hadn’t realized how happy she looked beside Myron.
He must have loved her deeply.
The flames had consumed her past with Brandon. Now, only the present remained.
Her eyes shifted to a smaller photo tucked inside the edge of the frame—another shot by the sea, taken in winter, on a wooden deck.
It was the very moment Myron had once described: standing under the night sky, watching the blue rain fall on the ocean all night long.
𝗕𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 — 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 Original content can be found at.net
Her eyes welled up, and her heart fluttered.
She smiled softly.
Myron always knew how to surprise her, how to love her in ways that brought her peace.
The last bit of Brandon’s photo burned away.
The drone hovered overhead, still capturing everything.
This was no longer Millie and Brandon’s story. It was now Millie and Myron’s.
Two pairs of people. One lost to time, the other glowing with love.
Millie touched the frame. It wasn’t too hot.
She unfastened the clasp and pulled the burned top photo frame away.
As she did, something fell out.
It was a ring—strung on a thin metal wire.
It dangled gently over the second photo, catching the sun and sparkling above the sea, above her and Myron.
Millie stared at the ring, her expression distant. She hadn’t realized Myron had come up behind her.
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