Chapter 14

Chapter 14:
Most nights, he’d find Millie curled up on the sofa, a book slipping from her hand, the TV low in the background—half asleep while waiting for him.
He switched on the lights and looked over at the couch.
But it was empty.
At first, he had only been upset by Vivian’s illness and frustrated by his grandfather’s insistence that Millie show up for dinner. But now, the silence around him left him agitated.
He flicked on every light in the house, room by room.
The living room, kitchen, bathroom. But there was no sign of Millie.
She wasn’t home. She wasn’t answering her phone either.
Where on earth was she?
So this was how she wanted to act—throwing a fit over a divorce they both knew was just on paper.
Let her. She’d get over it. Vivian was temporary. Millie was his wife, and that wouldn’t change.
Still, even if she was refusing to go with him to the Watson family mansion, he couldn’t avoid the visit himself.
With that, Brandon walked into the storage room and picked up some health supplements.
He stood there for a moment, and then made a detour to their bedroom.
In their bedroom, the familiar scent of Chanel No. 5 lingered.
He had bought it for her.
Brandon’s shoulders loosened slightly. The rightful source is.net
Grabbing a few changes of clothes, he walked out.
He didn’t notice that the wardrobe no longer held both their clothes—only his.
Or that the matching items they once shared now sat alone. The space felt colder than it used to.
Meanwhile, at a beauty salon, Millie and Alexia were getting their nails done. Millie had asked for pregnancy-safe products, and Alexia shook her head helplessly as she watched.
“You said you’d get rid of it,” she said. “But here you are, choosing nail polish made for pregnant women.”
Millie smiled. “Why not? It’s still part of me for now.”
Alexia rolled her eyes and studied her own nails, pleased with how they sparkled.
Millie looked down at hers.
Brandon had a sensitive stomach. Since marrying him, she’d been cooking for him daily, so she hadn’t done her nails in a long time.
“Whatever,” Alexia said. “This is at least a start. Once you’re done with your nails, next is your hair, and then your wardrobe. I still remember when we were kids, sneaking around in our moms’ heels. There’s no need to shrink back into someone you’re not.”
She held up her hands and smiled. “Too bad I’m a doctor now. Can’t go around looking like a disco ball.”
Millie laughed.
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