Chapter 576

Chapter 576:
Wasn’t Myron still locked in the pursuit phase of their courtship?
Observing the momentary shock that flickered across Egbert’s expression, Brandon experienced a twisted sense of vindictive pleasure.
“I’m sharing the unvarnished truth with you,” Brandon continued, savoring every nuance of Egbert’s bewildered expression. “She made her declaration directly in front of me, and furthermore…”
Brandon allowed the suspense to build deliberately before delivering the final blow. “She pressed her lips against Myron’s right before my very eyes.”
“That’s absolutely impossible!” Egbert’s eyes expanded to their physical limits, disbelief written across every line of his face.
In the next heartbeat, he clamped his hands around Brandon’s shoulders with crushing intensity, boring into his eyes as though searching for any microscopic traces of deception or fabrication. But Brandon’s eyes contained nothing except the raw honesty of profound anguish.
“I saw it with my own two eyes,” Brandon continued, his voice thick with pain. “She appeared to be completely enamored with his presence.”
Egbert fixed Brandon with a murderous glare.
“Smack!” Egbert’s palm connected with Brandon’s cheek in a resounding slap that echoed through the room.
“You orchestrated this revelation deliberately! There was absolutely no need to torture me with such excruciating detail!” Egbert’s eyes had transformed into pools of crimson rage.
Brandon released a laugh devoid of any genuine mirth, his fingers dabbing away the crimson trail that Egbert’s violence had drawn from the corner of his mouth. “If I had omitted any specific detail, how could I have possibly convinced you of the reality?”
He gazed directly into Egbert’s blazing eyes, recognizing a perfect reflection of his own tormented state from that nightmarish evening, and discovered a perverse sense of vindication in sharing his torment.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢
“Enough!” Egbert shoved Brandon aside with disgust and began pacing frantically around the room, his mind racing to process this devastating information.
“Egbert.” Brandon’s voice suddenly pierced the tension-filled atmosphere.
“What now?” Egbert snapped, his hostility barely contained.
“That day in Flesta,” Brandon’s question emerged, laden with overwhelming sorrow. “What transpired during those crucial ten minutes when I was absent from the scene?” Read full story at Figbert studied Brandon’s battered form slumped against the headboard, blood still trickling from his wounded mouth, and allowed himself a moment of contemplation. He concluded that the time had finally come for Brandon to confront certain uncomfortable truths.
Egbert’s eyes tracked Brandon’s labored movements as he struggled to rise, a wave of melancholy flooding through him like a cold tide.
“Do you happen to have any wine?” Egbert’s voice carried a quiet desperation.
Brandon chose silence over words, his hand reaching instead for the ornate bedside bell that gleamed in the afternoon light.
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