Chapter 49

Chapter 49:
Tears streamed down Millie’s face, her heart gripped by a pain she could not control. Latest content published on.net
“Brandon…” Millie finally managed to whisper as he guided Vivian away from the exit.
He hesitated, pausing for a moment, but never turned to look at her. His eyes remained fixed on the white hallway beyond the doors.
Night had already fallen, and the hallway was empty, filled with silence.
Brandon’s heart was anything but calm.
Back when chaos had broken out, he had seen Millie tumble down the stairs. What haunted him now was the thought that he might have been the one who had pushed her.
His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, his whole body shaking from the force of his grip.
Right beside him, Vivian spoke his name in a gentle voice. “Brandon,” she said softly.
He glanced down and took in the sight of Vivian’s face, her cheek swollen and bruised, a fresh bump rising on her forehead from their earlier fight.
A moment passed as he shut his eyes.
Once he opened them, he spoke in an even tone. “That’s it, Millie.”
Without another word, he took Vivian by the hand and guided her through the emergency exit.
A cry rang out behind them, Alexia’s voice raw with pain. “Brandon!” He kept moving and never looked back.
Inside the stairwell, Millie could only watch as Brandon walked away. As they passed through the doors, Vivian shot a look over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with victory and a hint of mockery.
Unable to bear it, Millie closed her eyes and let the tears fall.
The truth was, she had lost everything a long time ago.
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Why had she called for him again?
She should have seen this coming.
Was it because she couldn’t let go? Or was it because he was the father of her baby?
She had promised herself she would never let her heart waver again. So why couldn’t she keep that promise?
Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, and the pain in her stomach grew worse.
The sadness inside her grew so heavy, it felt as though it might swallow her whole. A single word escaped her lips, quiet and desperate. “Alexia…”
Millie didn’t know what else to do, only that she needed Alexia near.
Alexia was already sobbing, her hands busy wiping Millie’s face, but her tears kept falling, making it impossible to dry them all.
“Millie, this is all because of me,” Alexia cried out, pulling Millie into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry, Millie. I really am… so sorry.”
Millie’s pain was so intense that her thoughts began to blur and fade.
Images from her dream seemed to flash before her: her father twirling her mother in a bright red dress, the younger face of Brandon watching everything from his balcony.
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