Chapter 170

Chapter 170:
A wide smile lit Vivian’s face. “I think so too.”
His gaze dropped, lips drawn into a firm line.
The truth weighed on him—Vivian’s time was running short. Fewer than six months remained. That knowledge gnawed at him. The blame for her suffering fell directly on his own shoulders.
The divorce with Millie was already in motion. Until those final months had passed, nothing else could take priority.
Recently, Millie had become noticeably more accommodating. She might have still been upset, but at least there were no more outbursts. That, at least, made things easier.
With the end of the song from the next car and the light shifting to green, the Bentley rolled on, turning away from the memory-laden streets.
High above the city streets, Millie steered her car along the overpass, heading in the opposite direction from Brandon. Their paths split, each bound for a separate corner of the sprawling city.
Soon, Millie rolled into her apartment complex’s lot. She parked, switched off the ignition, and reached for her purse in the passenger seat, pausing just long enough to peek into the glove compartment, half-expecting it to be empty.
Instead, her fingers brushed against a forgotten bag. A furrow creased her brow as she drew it out.
Opening the small paper bag, her movements slowed—her hands hovering for a moment over its contents.
There it was: a bottle of medication, one the therapist had prescribed. In those days, she was still carrying her child.
The true weight of what she was losing hadn’t sunk in then. She’d agreed to end the pregnancy, planning to take the medicine afterward.
But after the tragic loss—everything unraveled. The hospital stay, the car repairs, and the prescription abandoned in the glove box all tangled into one long aftermath.
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After a long hesitation, Millie finally took out the medicine.
She tried to open the bottle, but her hands refused to cooperate, trembling too much to manage even the simplest task.
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Ten days had passed since her child was lost. The moment she woke in the hospital and learned her baby was gone, she shut everything out and sank into numbness, untouched by either happiness or grief.
Only now, sitting with the medication in her hands, did the fog begin to lift—a jolt of pain dragging her back into the reality she’d been avoiding.
Hot tears splattered across the bottle, staining the label with silent anguish. Not once, until this moment, had she wept. And now, she simply couldn’t stop her tears.
A heavy, aching sadness took hold, filling every hollow part of her.
Once Vivian was safely dropped at her door, Brandon drifted through the city on his own. Every glimpse of neon and the restless swirl of strangers outside sparked a tangled ache inside him. Through the window, he watched the pale glow of streetlights and the endless flow of cars, feeling strangely apart from all the city’s noise and movement.
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