Chapter 204

It was Brandon.

The moment Millie saw him, her mood soured. She remembered the last time he had shown up at her doorstep without warning.

Hadn't he already chosen Vivian? Why did he keep showing up, interfering in her life?

And now, he had come to Myron's home.

Myron led her out just as Brandon stepped forward.

Millie didn't want to engage. She intended to walk past him and head straight for Myron's Bentley.

"You two went out again," Brandon said, his eyes red as they lingered on herface.

"Obviously," Millie answered, not slowing her pace.

Brandon noticed the slight redness around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying.

His chest tightened. He wanted to ask what had happened. He wanted to reach out. But she pushed his hand away.

"Did he upset you?" Brandon asked, glancing toward Myron with suspicion.

"No," Millie replied. She stepped closer to Myron. "Brandon, we're divorced. Don't touch me."

That instinctive move toward Myron, her calm words, and the ease with which she pushed Brandon aside-it all struck him at once.

His heart twisted. "Don't forget,"Brandon said, his voice hoarse."You're still in a contest with Vivian. The assets from the Bennett family are stiIl with the Watson Group."

Millie paused, looking up at him.

"I know," she said. "And if you've been paying attention, you should have noticed I've been working hard to win."

Brandon bit his lip, the pain etched deep in his features. He glanced at Myron again.

"So this is your strategy?" he asked. "You go out with him so he'lf help you? Is that what this is?"

"Watch your mouth, Brandon," Myron said sharply, stepping in front of her.

Millie raised her hand, signaling she could handle it.

She had ignored Brandon for weeks. She had been patient and waited for the necessary legal procedures to be done, and then finalized their divorce.

She thought she had been clear.

But Brandon never seemed to understand.

If that was the case, it was time to be clearer.

"Don't insult me," Millie said. "I'm going to win the contest on my own."

They had been together for years, sharing countless days and nights. And now he stood before her,accusing her like this. Was this really the same man she had once loved?

Before Brandon could speak, she continued, "We're already divorced. There's nothing left between us."

His breath caught. The pain on his face deepened. His eyes blurred with emotion.

"What are you saying?" he asked quietly.

"I'm saying I don't love you anymore, Brandon," she said.

Brandon froze.

He had clung so tightly to the idea that their love was unbreakable, that it would survive anything, that one day,she would return to him.

But her words now shattered that belief.

"You're just saying this to hurt me," he said. "You don't mean it."

He tried to find an explanation.

Was she trying to win the contest? Was this her revenge? Was it anger?

But when he looked into her eyes, he saw no cruelty. Just clarity.

"I'm not trying to hurt you," she said. "I really don't love you anymore."

"You..."

"I don't look back," she said. "When you chose Vivian, whatever we had, it ended there. The divorce was just a formality."

She didn't deny what they once had, nor that she had once loved him deeply. But that love was long gone.

"Brandon," she said, meeting his eyes one final time. "We can't go back."

She looked away, her voice quiet. "I think l've said enough. Please don't bother me again. It would only make things harder."

She turned to Myron and gave him a small nod, ready to leave with him.

But Brandon caught her wrist.

His grip was tight. His eyes were red. She could see the tears welling up.

"Millie," he whispered. "Are you lying to me? We've been through so much. We've survived so much."

His voice trembled. "We've faced death together. You can't just-"

Millie tried to pull away, but he held on. His fingers tightened. She stared at him, genuinely confused.

HHe had been the one to break their vows. He had been the one to stray first.

"What do I have to say for you to believe me?" she asked.

He said nothing. He just stood there, clutching her wrist.

Fine," she said.

She gave á small nod and closed her eyes for a moment.

Brandon thought she might soften. He thought her heart might sway. But she turned toward Myron instead.

"In the art room earlier,"she said,"you asked me to take time to think. You said Í shouldn't decide anything in a moment of emotion."

Myron's eyes sharpened. He listened carefully.

She said his name."Myron."

He responded gently, "Yes?"

"I've thought it through," she said. "And I've decided. Let's be together."

Something cracked in the air.

Her wrist ached under Brandon's grip. But she didn't look back.

She looked only at Myron.

There was no joy in his face. Only concern.

He feared she was speaking out of anger towards Brandon. But Millie knew her own heart, and she'd prove it to him.

She had taken her time and calmed her thoughts. And now she knew exactly what she truly wanted.

"I mean it," she said. "My heart is racing for you."

Before Myron could say anything, she stepped closer.

She raised her free hand and placed it gently around his neck. She stood on her toes and kissed him.

It was soft. It was brief. But it was enough. She pulled away quickly, her cheeks flushed.

Myron trembled.. Then he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. His warmth surrounded her,steady and strong.

Yet her other wrist still hurt from Brandon's grip.