Chapter 245

Chapter 245:
Every detail pointed to one thing—Millie hadn’t lived here for quite some time. A year ago, unless Millie was on a trip, staying at Moonlit Estate, or with him in his other houses, she always returned to this place.
She had confided once that, after losing her father, she never really felt at home anywhere. Years spent being pulled from place to place by her mother, and then watching her remarry, had left her more lost than before. Even after her stepfather’s departure, the tension at home never eased.
She used to call this place her sanctuary, a real home, something she’d promised to hold onto, even when he was away. No matter the hour, she would always leave a light on for him, always ready to welcome him back.
Each new piece of furniture, every little detail she’d added, had filled the house with warmth and comfort. But now, those things remained, yet traces of her had vanished, casting a cold, sterile chill over the rooms. Brandon’s hands curled into trembling fists.
A silent ache settled in his chest, heavy and inescapable. Had she really moved on for good? Or was this some new test, another twist in her pattern of leaving and returning?
Brandon sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts tangled and heavy. Nothing made sense anymore. The more he tried to understand, the more everything slipped further out of his grasp.
He unlocked his phone and called Eugene. “Find out when Millie last came to Serenity Villa,” he said, his voice low. “Ask the cleaning staff. I need to know how long it’s been.”
Eugene promptly sprang into action.
Not long after, Brandon’s phone buzzed with a message. “Mr. Watson, it’s a bit tricky. I’ve asked the cleaning staff to speak with you directly.” A call came through seconds later. Latest content published on
Brandon answered.
“Hello, Mr. Watson,” the voice said quickly, “I’m the cleaner from Serenity Villa.”
“You’re the one in charge of cleaning the place, right?” Brandon asked, getting straight to the point. “Tell me—when exactly did my wife move out?”
The cleaner paused to think before answering. “I’m not entirely sure about the exact date, but I think it’s been about twenty days.”
Twenty days.
That was right around the time they’d gone to file for divorce.
After a few more quick questions, Brandon ended the call.
He set the phone down beside him and slowly lay back on the bed, staring up at the blank, off-white ceiling.
Twenty days.
Had it really been that long?
In just a few more days, they’d be handed their final divorce papers.
It felt unreal. Divorce had always been something distant—never something that applied to him and Millie.
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