Chapter 704
Chapter 704:
She wasn’t an unreasonable woman.
If Vivian had genuinely helped them in some significant way, Millie would have been willing to repay her.
Brandon’s eyes clouded with grief.
“It’s no use,” he murmured. “The only thing she wants is that one thing p>
At that, Millie’s resolve hardened.
“If that’s the choice you’ve made, then go on and build your life with her p>
“I don’t want a life with her,” Brandon said firmly. “I just need to survive these six months, but p>
“But what?” Millie’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “But I’m not here waiting like you thought I’d be p>
The light from the bedroom lamp caught on Brandon’s tightened mouth, and the weariness in his features made him look years older.
Millie let out a laugh that broke apart mid-breath, her tears spilling faster with each sound.
Memories of what they once had, and everything they’d lost, felt like ghosts that would never return.
She had offered him countless chances and more time than he deserved, only for him to fail her again and again.
Now, his words made it sound as if she were the one who had ruined them.
Brandon’s hand moved to brush away her tears, but she angled her face away, refusing the gesture.
“Brandon,” she said quietly, her gaze fixed on the bedside table. “We can’t go back to what we were p>
She pushed against the mattress to rise. “Let me go. I need to pick up Ari p>
Instead, his hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, keeping her down.
“I’m not letting you go,” he said, his voice heavy with resolve.
𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺
In his mind, letting her leave meant watching her fall into Myron’s life, sharing his home, his bed, and the intimacy that once belonged to Brandon alone.
The thought twisted inside him until it burned.
“Brandon!” Millie’s voice rose, her frustration breaking through.
He didn’t ease his grip, holding her as if she might vanish the second he loosened his hold.
His other hand reached toward the safe beside them.
“I never gave this tanzanite stone to Vivian,” he said, his voice carrying a trace of sorrow as he opened his palm.
“Millie, can we start over? We could use this stone for Ari’s jewelry, or keep it as the birthstone for our future child. I’ll try harder, and we’ll have children.” Every word landed with heavy determination.
Under the light, the blue tanzanite glimmered like something precious, but all it did was drive the ache deeper into Millie’s heart.
“I will never have children with you!” she cried, her tears streaming without restraint.
Images from that night came rushing back—the stairwell, the dim light, and the blood pooling on the floor.