Chapter 847
Chapter 847:
With his bodyguard’s steady support, Brandon navigated the familiar corridors and collapsed onto his bed, his energy completely drained.
His eyes fixed on the perfectly arranged blankets beside him, and he felt his soul splinter into irreparable fragments.
Millie had rejected him entirely, not even when he’d stripped away every last fragment of his pride and offered to exist as her backup plan. What path remained for him in this wasteland of his own making?
Desperation drove his trembling fingers to the bedside drawer, pulling it open to reveal the sacred relics of their destroyed marriage.
The wedding rings lay nestled together—one substantial, one delicate—still maintaining their eternal embrace even though their owners had been torn apart by betrayal and bitter words.
He had preserved them here like precious artifacts, unable to let go of what they represented.
But their marriage had crumbled to dust.
Millie belonged to Myron now, had surrendered her body to his touch, and would likely bear his children before long. The thought carved fresh wounds through Brandon’s already bleeding heart.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, transforming the open drawer into a treasure chest of memories.
Its brilliant rays struck another precious object hidden within the darkness—the tanzanite gleamed with ethereal fire.
The exquisite gemstone danced with captured sunlight, each facet blazing with otherworldly beauty.
Brandon lifted the gemstone with reverent fingers, and suddenly, the memory crashed over him with devastating clarity.
He remembered seeing the news report of Millie at that jewelry auction, her face glowing with secret joy as she made her purchase.
L𝓐tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑠.ⲕоm
As the timeline crystallized in his mind, a devastating realization struck him with the force of lightning.
When Millie had acquired this tanzanite, their child had already been growing within her womb. She had chosen this precious stone specifically as a gift for their unborn baby, a token of love waiting to be bestowed when tiny fingers could finally grasp it.
If their child had survived, this tanzanite would have been their first treasure from a mother’s devoted heart.
Brandon’s grip on the gemstone wavered as his hand began to shake uncontrollably.
Millie had donated the tanzanite to the charity auction later because their child would never exist to receive it, turning a gift of love into a monument of loss. More pieces of the puzzle crashed together in his mind, painting a picture that nearly stopped his heart completely.
He remembered that charity auction with crystalline clarity now—the way Millie had driven the bidding higher and higher, her voice carrying a desperation that had mystified him at the time.