Chapter 569
Chapter 569:
He turned the car around and drove.
The Maybach sped down empty streets. Brandon had no idea where he was headed. All he felt was the sharp pain in his chest, as if something inside him was cracking, piece by piece.
Tears ran down his face. He had never cried like this before. One thought echoed in his mind—”She really left me.” She truly left him.
The truth had never hit so hard.
He felt like he was losing his mind.
When he finally looked up, he realized he had arrived at Serenity Villa. It was the house they had moved into after getting married.
Images of their wedding day filled his head. Her white dress. Her smile. The way her eyes had seen only him.
He stepped out and walked into the villa. The light switch clicked under his fingers.
But the house was empty.
Everything she had picked out was gone. Only his things remained.
Brandon closed his eyes, as if doing so could stop the pain. Memories of their wedding night returned. They had come back here while the others stayed behind. He had carried her inside and set her on the kitchen counter.
“Want a drink?” he had asked with a grin.
“Sure,” she had said, smiling at him.
He had opened the fridge, pulled out the bubbly champagne, and poured her a glass.
She had taken it, laughing, and sipped. Brandon had then kissed her, tasting the champagne from her lips.
Now, Brandon walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge. Only his beers remained. Content originally comes from ͟.net
He closed it and made his way to the bedroom.
That night, she had teased him with playful hits, but he had carried her all the way there.
The bedroom light flicked on.
It had been empty for a long time.
He lay down on the bed. Alone now. Staring up at the blank ceiling.
Tears slipped down his face again. Then a new fear gripped him.
If she married Myron, would she do everything with him, too?
His chest tightened. His breath grew shallow. Panic surged. It took time to calm down, and when he did, he felt drained.
The pain had dulled into something heavy.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. His gaze landed on the bedside lamp. He turned it on. Then, slowly, he opened the drawer. Inside, something caught his eye.
He frowned and reached in.
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