Chapter 500

Chapter 500:
Millie pulled her shoulder free.
“Yes,” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She looked at him calmly in the dim hallway. His features were still as striking as ever.
“I should be the one asking questions,” she said. “Why are you here? Why do you care?”
Brandon swallowed hard, trying to stay composed. “Why did you go out with him? What did you do?”
She stared at him, confused.
He had chosen someone else. So why was he standing here, asking questions about her new relationship? Fresh chapters posted on ~net
Did he think that because she once loved him, she would keep loving him forever?
After everything—after the pain, after losing two children—did he really expect her to still just wait for his return?
She wasn’t that cheap. She wasn’t that foolish.
“Brandon, we’re divorced,” she said firmly.
“Millie…” He tried to speak, but she cut him off.
“We’re over. Do you understand?”
But he kept staring. His eyes were red.
“You just had dinner, right? That was all it was, wasn’t it? The rest is just gossip, right?” It was as if he hadn’t heard anything she’d said.
Millie closed her eyes. She didn’t want to argue.
She turned to unlock her door, but he yanked her back and slammed her against the wall.
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“Answer me!” he shouted, his voice hoarse, his eyes burning with anger.
Brandon felt like he was on the verge of losing his mind. None of it made sense. He couldn’t understand how things had unraveled so fast.
He remembered Darden gossiping a few days earlier about how Myron was pursuing a mysterious woman—one who had a child, a little girl. He also recalled running into Myron at the mall, buying gifts for a little girl. And all those things Myron had said about the woman he was pursuing. At the time, those details hadn’t meant anything. But now, everything clicked. It all pointed to Millie.
When had it started? Was it during the music show? Was that when the two of them began to cross paths and develop feelings?
He remembered the whispered comments from the Elliott trio and the look Myron had given him back then. It all connected. And it was driving him mad.
“Millie, are you doing this on purpose?” His grip on her shoulder tightened. He wasn’t even aware that his reopened wound had stained her dress. “Is this because of what happened with Vivian—”
Before he could finish, someone yanked him back.
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