Chapter 822
Chapter 822:
But the physical pain hit him with brutal swiftness, crashing over him like a tidal wave. It felt as if someone had reached into his chest and was tearing his heart out with their bare hands.
Something inside him shattered into countless pieces, leaving behind only unbearable agony.
A choked sound escaped his throat. The next second, blood burst from his lips, splattering across the phone, staining the screen a vivid red. On the screen was Millie’s photo—her body drenched in blood.
His hand shook so badly that the crimson streaks seemed to merge with her image, as though the blood had seeped into the picture itself.
His chest heaved. His body convulsed. Something inside him kept breaking apart, over and over, until the agony caught up with him in full.
The memories crashed over him like a violent wave.
He was back in that hospital stairwell, reliving the worst moment of his life. The argument had been so stupid, so meaningless now. In the middle of the chaos, he had pushed her without realizing. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Then she fell down those concrete stairs, her body hitting each step with a sickening thud.
The sensor lights flickered above them, casting dancing shadows on the walls. When everything went quiet, only the green emergency exit sign glowed in the darkness. Its eerie light made everything look like a horror movie.
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Her voice drifted back to him across time, soft and broken.
The sound of his name on her lips cut through him like a blade.
Why hadn’t he turned around that day? The question tormented him.
Why didn’t he even take one glance over his shoulder to see if she was okay?
And then—the child. Their second child. The one he had longed for, dreamed of. After she had walked away after the divorce, after she had made it crystal clear that she would never return to him, he had clung to one last hope. He had always thought—no, convinced himself—that if they had a child together, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so resolute in her decision to leave. That precious child could have been their bridge back to each other.
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“Brandon, we can never go back,” her voice whispered again in his memory.
He felt like all the air was being systematically squeezed from his lungs, leaving him gasping and suffocating in his own pain. His chest tightened as if trapped in a vise.
He couldn’t accept any of it. He simply refused to believe what his eyes were showing him.
Everything felt surreal, like he was trapped in some twisted alternate reality. It was as if the entire world had conspired to play the cruelest joke imaginable on him.
Or perhaps—his desperate mind grasped at this final straw—this was all just an elaborate nightmare.
When he woke up, surely he would find her still lying peacefully beside him in their bed, warm and alive and whole.
The post was from user 567, and when Brandon clicked with shaking fingers, he could see the brutal replies that followed.