Chapter 633
Chapter 633:
Vivian didn’t dare meet his gaze; she kept her head bowed, her sobs soft and pitiful.
Inside the folder was a collection of images, neatly arranged by date. It was clear she had taken screenshots before erasing the messages each time.
The first one read, “You should know who I am. Do you like the flowers in your living room today? I sent them. He said they were beautiful.” ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.net
Every message, from the first to the last, made Brandon’s fingers tighten around the phone.
“Rainy nights aren’t lonely for me because he’s here with me. What about you?”
“He said he has feelings for me.”
The final message lit up the screen: “He came to see me again.” Each word cut deep, twisting like a blade in his chest.
Everything Millie had claimed was true. Vivian had been the one sending those messages, stoking the fire again and again. Hurting Millie had always been her game. And he—he had been complicit.
This was the very cause of Millie’s illness.
A sharp crack split the air. The phone screen shattered in Brandon’s grip.
In one swift move, he caught Vivian by the collar and slammed her against the headboard. His eyes burned red, his face a mask of fury.
“You!” His chest rose and fell in harsh bursts, the words barely making it past his lips. “You’ve been faking it all this time!” Brandon’s voice thundered through the room.
Vivian flinched at the force of his yell but refused to back down.
“Why did you send those messages to her? Say it!” His words dripped with fury.
Vivian’s shoulders trembled, but her lips curled into a mocking smile.
That smile only pushed him closer to the edge.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰
“Vivian!” Brandon shouted, his voice breaking with rage.
Still, Vivian didn’t stop smiling.
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