Chapter 183

Chapter 183:
Without another word, Millie turned, ready to walk into the mansion. But Brandon reached for her hand.
“Millie,” he said again, his voice softer now. “You were never replaceable. Vivian only has six months left. When it’s over, everything can go back to how it was. You don’t need to keep making things difficult. Everything will be fine in six months.”
His words made her stop and laugh—quietly, bitterly. So this was what he thought? That she was being difficult? That she was stirring up trouble—for a man or a title she no longer wanted?
He still didn’t understand. She had never chased the Watson name. She had never needed the position of his wife. She was Millie Bennett, the daughter of a legacy that mattered long before he entered her life.
Once, she had stayed by his side out of love for him. Now, she was Millie Bennett again, and she stood here alone out of love for herself.
She had given him chances—more than she should have. Each time, she had looked for clarity, for a reason to stay. And each time, his words had cut deeper than the last.
She had had enough.
The boy who once shielded her on that rainy night years ago had never grown up with her. He belonged to the past.
The Brandon standing here, with eyes full of someone else, was a stranger.
She no longer wanted this version of Brandon. He wasn’t the boy etched in her memory.
“Let go,” she said sharply.
But he didn’t. His grip on her wrist stayed firm.
“Millie,” he said, “what is it that you want?”
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She wanted to take back her father’s legacy. She wanted answers about his death. She wanted to rise again in her own name, protect the people she cared about, and leave Brandon behind. The words hovered in her throat, heavy and real. But she didn’t say them. They were still in the middle of a divorce. She needed it to go through cleanly. Angering Brandon now would only slow things down.
So instead, she said, cool and even, “Brandon, my life isn’t your business.”
That did it. He snapped.
The night breeze swept between them, carrying the scent of her perfume. It made her feel like someone he no longer knew.
“Not my business?” he said, his voice rough. “You’re still my wife. You think none of this matters to me?”
Millie gave a dry laugh. “So you do remember I’m your wife now?”
“Let go,” she said again, trying to pull her hand free.
Their voices rose, sharp and fast, echoing across the quiet night. Until another voice spoke.
“Enough!”
Derek’s voice, firm and clear, rang from the direction of the villa. He was as displeased as ever. “Brandon! What do you think you’re doing?” Derek barked.
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