Chapter 218
At Serenity Villa, Vivian gently placed the vase on the table. The live camera followed her every move.
The master bedroom appeared on screen.
Sunlight poured in through large windows, bathing the room in a soft glow.
Open wardrobes lined the wall, filled only with cool-toned men's suits. Not a single item of women's clothing could be seen.
Still, the empty space beside the suits hinted that someone else's clothes had once been there-now gone without a trace.
A double bed stood against the wall, plush and inviting. Everyone watching knew this was where Millie and Brandon used to sleep.
Beside the bed sat a nightstand, and on it, a bottle of perfume.
Vivian walked over, vase in hand.
"Maybe I'll put it here," she said quietly, as though she truly cared where the flowers should go.
Her assistant quickly stepped forward, camera ready, and began snapping photos of the nightstand.
"Chanel No. 5," Vivian said softly, lifting the bottle and spraying it on herself.
She had taken Millie's husband. Now she wore Millie's perfume. And soon-she would lie in Millie's bed with Brandon.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, something caught her eye. The top drawer of the nightstand was slightly ajar, like someone had opened it in a hurry and left it.
This visit was unannounced. Her team had unlocked the door beforehand so Brandon couldn't change the passcode, but no one had checked the nightstand.
"What's this?" she muttered, catching her assistant's attention. He pointed the camera at the drawer.
Urged on by the flood of live comments, Vivian pulled the drawer open.
The camera zoomed in, showing everything inside.
There was only a single sheet of paper.
On it, a handwritten message read, "The wedding ring is here, and goodbye."
Millie's name was signed below, along with a date-almost two months from now.
It was the note Brandon had never seen, the one waiting quietly in the drawer the day he coughed up blood.
A faint ring mark still lingered on the paper.
The livestream exploded with comments.
The note made it clear-Millie had left with a clean break. No drama. No second thoughts.
One comment floated to the top. "I don't know why, but this room and that note make me feel a little sad.It's like watching love fade away right before my eyes."
Vivian didn't check the comments. Her focus had shifted.
"Her wedding ring?" she muttered under her breath. She placed the note and the perfume on the table and leaned in. "Where's the ring?"
A wicked idea sparked-what if she wore Millie's ring just to provoke her?
But the drawer was empty. Only the note remained.
Vivian shut it and reached for the next drawer.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed.
The door flew open, crashing into the wall.
Vivian spun around. The camera followed.
Eugene and Darden stormed in with a group behind them.
Eugene acted fast. He spotted the camera and yanked the broadcasting gear. The live feed then cut off.
The audience saw a final shaky glimpse-Eugene's face, a blurry screen, and then a freeze-frame of the note and perfume on the nightstand before everything went dark.
At that same moment, over at Elliott Group, Millie was already leaving the scene as Vivian entered the master bedroom.
She had reached out to Myron.
He was waiting not far off.
The live camera followed her steps, the frame trembling slightly.
Behind Myron stretched a golden river and a sea of sunflowers that swayed in the breeze.
He stood there, smiling.
At last, Millie reached the platform.
The third venue turned out to be a cleverly disguised counter.
Right where the photo booth stood, Myron waited.
It was an open space. A crowd had gathered.
"You're here," Myron said, extending his hand.
Millie placed hers gently into his.
she replied softly, stepping up with his support.
Beside them, the Polaraid was ready. At that same second, the echo of a door slamming at Serenity Villa rippled through theair.
Then Myron leaned in and kissed Millie-right there in front of the live audience and the crowd.
The camera captured it perfectly.
At the exact moment, Vivian's frozen livestream stilI showed Millie's note from months ago. "The wedding ring is here, and goodbye."
The two scenes side by side hit like thunder.
Some people in the crowd were watching thelive feed too.
One of them even screamed in excitement. But their scream was swallowed by a louder sound.
A helicopter.
The roar of spinning blades shook the air. Sunflowers bent in waves.
A massive wedding photo frame shimmered under the golden light.
Heads turned.
A helicopter was landing on the rooftop across from the field.
Comments exploded.
"Oh my God, it's Brandon!"
"He came by helicopter!"
The crowd went wild.
Wind tousled Brandon's hair as he stepped off the aircraft. He looked across the field.
Millie and Myron had just broken their kiss.
Now, Brandon stared at.them from afar. He locked eyes with Myron. For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
Then Brandon turned and disappeared from the rooftop. He appeared seconds later in the glass elevator,descending quickly.
His gaze never left Millie. But Millie never turned.
She faced the camera, photo in hand, and calmly walked to the empty frame.
The lens followed her.
She slipped the photo into place and turned to the camera.
"This is what I brought to the third venue. The first two were the past. This one is the present," she said.
On screen, people were moving aside for her naturally.
She smiled and tightened her grip on Myron's hand. "I've stepped out of the shadows. And I have something to share," she said.
Millie looked up at Myron. He smiled back.
"We're together. Millie is now my girlfriend," he said.
Vivian's stream was still frozen on Millie's note.
Behind Millie's live camera, Brandon stood in the space the crowd had cleared.
This was their official announcement-not just words, but a public declaration. The same way she had once announced her divorce with Brandon.
Sunlight washed over everything. Both Millie's and Myron's smiles glowed with happiness.
But it wasn't the end. Something more was coming.
A strange feeling crept over Brandon. He suddenly felt afraid-and terribly so.