Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
One misstep, and it could ruin everything Vivian had fought for. What if Millie got pregnant again?
Still, brooding over the situation wouldn’t help. Vivian forced herself to remain calm, knowing that composure was her only weapon now. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
Taking a spot beside Brandon, Vivian dabbed at her eyes, trying to muffle her sobs.
Uncertainty crept into Brandon’s expression as he watched her, not knowing what to say or do.
Eventually, he found his voice. “Can you try to stop crying?”
That only made Vivian’s shoulders shake harder, her tears coming faster. Red-rimmed eyes searched his face as she reached up, clutching at his collar in desperation.
Brandon’s brow furrowed as he gently removed her hand from his shirt. “What are you trying to do?”
Tears fell freely as Vivian choked out her question. “You promised you’d leave her—you told me you were getting a divorce. Why did you end up with her anyway? It hurts so much, Brandon. I can’t take it.”
A wave of helplessness washed over Brandon as he looked into her tear-streaked face.
Their eyes met for a long moment before he finally spoke. “I didn’t.”
A beat of silence passed before he added, “Millie and I didn’t do anything. My grandparents just insisted on breakfast tomorrow. That’s all.”
Vivian’s heart lifted at his words. “Is that the truth?”
Turning away, Brandon responded with a quiet, “Yeah.”
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Vivian’s mind once she realized Brandon wasn’t hiding anything.
Millie couldn’t accomplish anything, even with all the support in the world. A sideways glance at Brandon filled Vivian with confidence; she believed she finally had control.
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No matter what Millie did—even if she tried to tempt him in the most obvious ways—Vivian was certain Brandon would remain indifferent. Despite these smug thoughts, Vivian let her tears fall for effect.
Winning Brandon over fully was her true goal; after that, everything else would fall into place.
The idea emboldened her, so she shifted closer.
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in, her breath warm against him. “Brandon…”
Tonight’s preparations hadn’t been for nothing. She had chosen her nightgown carefully and dabbed on a fragrance designed to pull him closer.
Without hesitation, Vivian let herself rest against his shoulder, the image of vulnerability.
In a gentle tone, she said, “I’m sorry for doubting you. I just… couldn’t help but worry.”
Brandon discreetly shifted away from her, hoping to put a bit more space between them.
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