Chapter 720
Chapter 720:
“You knew she’d been seeing a psychiatrist. You knew her mental state was fragile, and you still tried to force yourself on her!” Myron’s words hit with the weight of each accusation. Brandon flinched as if struck.
“That day at your apartment, she was so panicked she couldn’t even recognize who was around her. Afterward, she locked herself in the bathroom and scrubbed her skin until it bled!” Myron’s tone grew sharper, colder. “You claim you love her, that you have your reasons—and this is how you show your love? By hurting her over and over p>
Each accusation landed like a sledgehammer, crushing something deep inside Brandon, deeper than his ribs.
What had he done?
He knew exactly what she had gone through—how could he have…? The sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air as the silence between them stretched, taut and unbearable.
Finally, Brandon spoke, his voice little more than a whisper. “How… how is she now p>
A low, humorless laugh slipped from Myron’s lips. “You dare to ask?” The question itself said everything that needed to be said. How could Brandon have the nerve to ask about Millie’s condition after what he had done to her?
Brandon’s face flushed with shame, as though Myron had struck him across the cheek. It stung more than any physical pain he had endured.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he managed to say after a long pause, his voice broken.
“There you go again, making excuses.” Myron’s voice was colder than ice. “You say you’re sorry, but you keep destroying her over and over p>
Brandon clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes open, meeting Myron’s gaze with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Myron only responded with a cold, mocking smile.
“What’s your excuse this time?” Myron’s tone remained eerily calm, almost too calm. “Did seeing her move in with me drive you crazy? Did you convince yourself that she and I were sleeping together? Is that what made you think you had the right to force yourself on her p>
Brandon’s eyes darkened, his stare intense, like that of a predator ready to strike. But Myron’s expression remained unmoved. His stillness carried an undercurrent of menace, and the calm in his voice drained the warmth from the room.
𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲:
They locked eyes in tense silence, the harsh white light overhead casting everything in an unsettling, cold glow.
After what seemed like an eternity, Myron finally broke the silence.
“I never touched her,” he said bluntly. “I’m not ashamed to tell you—we’ve never even shared a bed. At Elliott Mansion, we sleep in separate rooms p>
“What?” Brandon blinked, struggling to process what he had just heard. Myron’s smile turned cruel. “So now you realize how completely insane and unforgivable your actions were? You assaulted her over something that never even happened p>
Brandon felt as if the ground had shifted beneath him. Then a crushing wave of guilt hit him, making it hard to breathe.
He had assumed…
“But here’s the thing, Brandon.” Myron’s voice stayed ice-cold. “Even if I had been sleeping with her, so what? You two are divorced. What right do you have to interfere in her life? How could you possibly justify treating her like that? What you did was assault, pure and simple!” His voice hardened. “You don’t give a damn about her well-being. If I hadn’t shown up when I did yesterday, she might have died in that bed p>
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