Chapter 4

Chapter 4:
Millie reached into her bag and placed the divorce filing receipt on the side table.
“Yes,” she replied calmly. “Let’s terminate it. I don’t want it anymore.”
Alexia stared at the filing receipt, surprised.
She and Millie had been close friends for more than ten years, and in all that time, Alexia had seen just how deeply Millie loved Brandon.
There was a time Millie could have died for him, and nobody would have questioned it.
They had gotten married a year ago. Alexia had smiled at the wedding, even though something about their pairing felt off. But still, Millie had gotten what she wanted. That had been enough for Alexia.
Now this…
What had happened?
“I don’t love him anymore,” Millie said before Alexia could ask. Official source is.net
She looked over and gave a small, calm smile.
In that smile, Alexia caught a glimpse of the old Millie—the one from before everything collapsed, before grief carved deep lines into her, before her father’s death and the fall of the Bennett family changed her.
It brought Alexia a strange sense of calm.
“Brandon doesn’t know I’m pregnant,” Millie said calmly. “And before the divorce becomes final, I don’t want to take any risks. It’s better if he doesn’t know.”
If either party changed their mind before the divorce was finalized, they could take back the application, and the procedure would no longer go through. And that was when Alexia knew that Millie wasn’t playing around about divorcing Brandon.
After taking it all in, Alexia did what needed to be done: she booked Millie’s medical tests and then advised carefully, “Wait a few days before the surgery.”
Millie frowned in confusion. “Why?”
“You know your blood type—Rh-negative. It’s rare. We need time to prepare blood, just in case. I’ve already contacted the blood bank. They said it might take a week.”
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Millie went quiet. The sadness in her eyes was unmistakable.
She had gotten that blood type from her father. And now she missed him all over again.
If he were still here…
“Okay.” Millie nodded slowly. A smile tugged at her lips, but her eyes turned red.
“You also have early signs of miscarriage. You need to be careful these next few days,” Alexia added, her voice full of concern.
They had grown up together, and Alexia knew Millie’s sadness too well. She held Millie’s hand. “Wait for me. My shift’s almost over. I’ll go home with you.”
Millie nodded, and then went to wait in the hallway.
She looked down at her stomach.
Early signs of miscarriage.
Did the baby know what she’d decided and want to leave first?
Pursing her lips, Millie walked toward the lab for the tests.
Her phone buzzed. It was a bank notification.
She had opened a new account—one that Brandon wouldn’t know about. She was keeping her money cleanly separate before the divorce was finalized.
Every cent she earned from now on would live in that account.
A second message followed. “Payment for composition and lyrics has been completed. Finance has sent the transfer. Kindly confirm.”
Before she married Brandon, Millie had worked quietly as an anonymous songwriter.
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