Chapter 503

Chapter 503:
He looked at Myron like he was seeing through him. “What, that made you angry?” he sneered. “I only said the truth. Everyone in Crobert knows I was her husband. What’s the point of all this?”
Myron’s voice turned colder. “Everyone also knows you’re divorced.” He pressed Brandon harder against the wall. “My feelings for Millie don’t change because she was once married to you. If anything, I’m glad you lost her.”
Brandon opened his mouth to reply, but Myron didn’t give him the chance. He pushed harder, locking him in place.
“I don’t talk about her the way you just did. Not to you, not to anyone.” He looked Brandon straight in the eye. “She hasn’t agreed to be with me. Yes, it was just a meal. But that doesn’t matter.”
Myron’s voice remained steady. “She walked away from you. And now she chooses to spend time with me. That’s the reality—that’s what matters. The woman you couldn’t cherish, the one you tossed aside like nothing—she’s a treasure to me. And not just to me.” He leaned in slightly. “You made your choice, Brandon. You don’t get to be possessive anymore. Especially not toward someone who no longer belongs to you.”
With each word, Brandon’s face grew darker. Finally, he broke free of Myron’s grip.
The two stood across from each other, silent in the dim stairwell, eyes filled with mutual contempt.
“She’ll come back to me,” Brandon said, voice low and raw. His eyes were bloodshot, almost wild. “You don’t understand anything. She’ll come back. We’ve been through everything together. You have no idea what that means.”
Myron didn’t flinch. “Maybe you did.”
“She went through a lot,” he replied. “But you still hurt her. You left her for Vivian. Did you ever stop to think what that did to her?” He stared at Brandon, unwavering.
“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder,” Myron said. “Did you ever actually love her? If you did, how could you do what you did?”
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Brandon looked down. His hair fell over his face, hiding his expression in shadow.
“Don’t come back here,” Myron said. “Don’t show up at her door again. I’ll make sure she’s protected. Even if you bring the full weight of the Watson Group against me, I’ll still stand right here. I won’t let you hurt her again.”
Brandon didn’t speak. Half of his body was hidden in the shadows.
Then, slowly, he lifted his head and looked at Myron. His fists were clenched, and the reopened wounds on his arms were bleeding again.
He studied Myron’s face for a long time, as if trying to understand something he couldn’t accept. But finally, he shut his eyes.
“You’ll never understand,” he said. He then turned and walked away.
As he passed Millie’s door, he paused. He looked at it for a moment, but then lowered his eyes and walked to the elevator.
The corridor fell silent.
The green glow from the emergency exit sign flickered across his face, painting him in alternating light and dark.
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