Chapter 842
Chapter 842:
His mind grasped at fragments of their shared history. “Millie, surely you remember the tapestry we wove together? Those seven precious years when we existed as one soul. We possessed something beautiful once. You promised to remain at my side through eternity… but you haven’t graced me with such gentleness and p>
“Warmth in ages beyond counting… can’t we salvage what remains for the sake of what we built p>
Millie’s gaze settled upon Brandon with quiet resolve.
Seven years stretched behind them like an endless road.
How many such spans did fate grant a single heart in one lifetime?
Yet her decision had crystallized into unbreakable stone.
She refused to glance backward or stumble into the same treacherous pit twice.
“No, we cannot,” Millie breathed, her words barely audible. “Brandon, I once poured every drop of love I possessed into you and dreamed of growing old in your arms. But those dreams belong to yesterday’s ghost p>
Brandon shifted closer, closing the space between them. “Yesterday can transform into tomorrow’s promise. If we begin this dance anew, love will bloom between us once more, and we can create new life together. We p>
“No.” Millie severed his words with surgical precision, drawing a deep, steadying breath into her lungs. “Even if I carry a child again, it won’t spring from your seed,” she declared with unwavering certainty.
Brandon’s world tilted on its axis, words dying in his throat.
After moments that stretched like hours, Millie’s voice cut through the silence again. “I gave myself completely to him p>
“What did you just say?” Brandon’s mind refused to process the meaning behind her confession.
He couldn’t fathom the reality of what his ears had captured.
Millie’s eyes dropped to her collar, her fingers working at the fabric with deliberate slowness.
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She peeled back the material, revealing the passionate marks that Myron’s lips had branded across her skin during their night of surrender.
Brandon’s gaze locked onto those intimate bruises, his vision blurring with crimson fury.
Millie released the fabric and lifted her shirt’s hem, revealing the evidence of possession marking her waist.
“Do you witness the truth now?” she asked with quiet defiance.
Brandon’s jaw locked tight, his teeth grinding against each other as words died in his throat.
He could only drink in her image, watching his carefully constructed facade crumble like ancient walls in an earthquake.
Every instinct screamed to brand her a liar, yet the brutal honesty in her eyes confirmed what his soul had always dreaded.
He had known this moment would arrive like a death sentence, inevitable and merciless.
His stubborn heart had simply refused to release its desperate grip, clinging to shadows of what could never be again.