Chapter 15

Chapter 15:
This was who she naturally was—bright, expressive, and full of color.
She had only changed for Brandon, having fallen in love with him.
For years, she thought real happiness was simple: to be with the man she loved, cook for him, raise their children, and grow old side by side.
But now, it all seemed ridiculous.
Luckily, it wasn’t too late to change things now.
She was ready to start again—this time on her own terms.
After getting their nails done, Millie and Alexia treated themselves to a spa session.
Later, after dropping Alexia off, Millie headed into a hair salon.
The hairdresser gave her long, waist-length hair a thoughtful glance. “You’re really cutting it all off? It looks great on you, you know.”
It was the kind of hair people paused to admire—thick, sleek, and clearly well looked after.
Millie looked at herself in the mirror.
The smooth fall of her hair framed skin that was almost translucent. Her soft yellow dress sat gently on her frame, and though she wore no makeup, she still looked stunning, like a lily in full bloom—pure, graceful, and calm.
She smiled faintly. “Cut it.”
The waist-length hair had always been what Brandon liked. It was never her choice.
“Alright.” The hairdresser gave a small nod and got to work.
The sound of the scissors snipping filled the room. Each strand that dropped to the floor felt like shedding the pain and chains of the past years.
When it was done, Millie looked at her reflection and let out a small, almost weightless smile.
“This looks so much better! You look amazing!” the hairdresser said brightly. “If you’re open to it, we could add some color or give it a slight perm. It would make it pop even more. Here—take a look.”
Millie glanced down at the brochure, then softly pressed her hand to her belly.
“Not today. It’s a bit late already,” she said. Fresh chapters posted on.net
The hairdresser seemed disappointed but brightened again when Millie added, “I’ll come back to you for it. Soon.”
He beamed. “Deal! Want to pick a day now?”
Millie looked down again, thoughtful.
“Maybe in a week. Two at the most. I should be ready by then.”
That was enough time to recover if things went the way she expected.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” the hairdresser said as Millie got up to leave.
Smiling, she gave a small nod.
With her new haircut, she made her way to the downtown area and wandered into the luxury mall.
Designer logos lined the storefronts.
She glanced down at her soft, delicate outfit and let out a quiet, mocking smile. This sweet and docile style was what Brandon liked. It was a way of showing she was submissive. But it had never truly been her.
She walked through several stores, choosing a few pieces before catching a taxi home.
.
.
.