Chapter 375

Chapter 375:
Darden started to speak, but Alexia jumped in, her tone dripping with mockery. “Seriously? Is there anything more shameless than an ex-husband meddling in his ex-wife’s life after the divorce?”
“You!” Brandon tried to fire back, but Alexia didn’t give him the chance. “What the hell do you want to say now? Or are you finally embarrassed? Maybe you shouldn’t have played around if you can’t take the consequences.”
Alexia’s quick, biting comebacks left no room for rebuttal. “Let’s be real, Brandon. You’re the one at fault here. Drop the victim act—it’s pathetic.”
Music pulsed through the room as Seville and the others danced, but Brandon stood still outside, unmoving. His eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the tightly closed door of the private room across the hall. Nearby, a cleaner was mopping the floor, humming to herself, pleased with the generous tip she’d received from Charles to simply sweep up the broken glass.
“Excuse me, could you lift your feet?” she asked politely, looking up at Brandon.
Darden, noticing Brandon’s increasingly tense expression, tried to steer him away. “Our room’s just next door. I doubt they’ll be coming out anytime soon. Let’s wait in there.”
Brandon finally tore his gaze from the door and followed Darden into the neighboring suite. As they left, the cleaner finished her task, still humming as she patted the pocket where the tip rested before exiting the hallway.
Inside Millie’s private room, the atmosphere was completely different.
Alexia, still fuming, pulled out her phone and brought up the gossip showing Brandon and Vivian having a candlelit dinner. She held the screen up and snapped, “Unbelievable. Does Brandon seriously think he can just be with Vivian now and then crawl back to Millie later? He wants to have it all. How disgusting!”
The others voiced their support, exchanging looks of disapproval and making faces at the screen.
Millie, despite everything, felt a quiet sense of warmth. Painful as her past had been, she was thankful to be surrounded by people who genuinely cared for her. And for now, that was enough.
“Forget them. We’re here to celebrate tonight, so let’s enjoy ourselves,” she said, raising her glass.
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The atmosphere lightened, and the handsome escorts hired for the party did their part to liven things up. Laughter and music filled the room. But while Millie’s room was buzzing, the mood in Brandon’s was somber.
He drank one glass after another, not sipping—chugging.
Darden sighed and reached for the bottle, sliding it out of Brandon’s reach. “Take it easy, man.”
Brandon frowned, noticing his drink had disappeared, and reached to grab it, but Darden held it back.
Brandon was frustrated, but Darden understood. If Alyssa were next door dancing and drinking with a bunch of guys, he wouldn’t be calm either. Unable to retrieve his drink, Brandon slumped back on the sofa, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the colored lights from above flickered and spun.
Darden pulled out his phone and opened the same article Alexia had shown Millie.
“You know, I get why she’s angry. You had a candlelit dinner with Vivian. It’s no wonder she’s upset. That’s probably why she’s out there partying. Don’t worry, though. Charles and Giffard are there. Nothing will happen to her,” Darden tried to reassure his friend. But Brandon didn’t react.
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