Chapter 1352:
“You looked stunning, Millie,” he whispered.
Millie had turned, the smile on her face slowly fading when she saw him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“To see you, obviously,” he answered.
“Now that you’ve seen me, you can leave,” she said, turning away.
“I don’t want you at my wedding.”
“Millie, do you really have to be so cold?” He looked at her with wounded eyes.
“We were once so happy together.”
“You were happy.” She looked back at him, her eyes slightly reddened.
“I never was.”
He seemed to lose his voice, standing there in silence. But once she started speaking, everything she had been holding in spilled out.
“There was nothing happy about being ignored. Nothing happy about watching you with other women. Nothing happy about waiting alone in that house, hoping you’d come home. And losing the baby… how could any of that ever be happiness?”
Her voice echoed through the spacious dressing room.
He stood off to the side with his head lowered. At last, he pleaded, “I was wrong. I’ll make it right from now on.” Then, desperate, he added, “Millie, don’t marry him. Please.”
“That’s not going to happen.” She turned away and reached for her phone.
“I already accepted Ronnie’s proposal.”
Brandon snatched the phone from her hand.
“Ronnie?” Jealousy and fury surged as he stared at her.
She turned her face aside, her neck stiff.
“Yes. That’s what I call him.”
“You’re closer to him than you ever were to me?” he demanded.
Her eyes glistened, but her voice stayed steady.
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“Yes. I love him.”
She held out her hand.
“Give me my phone.”
But Brandon didn’t move.
His gaze stayed locked on her, eyes burning with emotion.
“Millie, I have reasons for everything. Just hear me out.”
“And when you’re done talking, will you leave?” she asked, her expression holding no affection—no care at all.
He froze, the pain in his chest almost unbearable.
Then everything happened at once.
She cried out for help, and the instant she did, he clapped a hand over her mouth.
She fought with everything she had, even sinking her teeth into his skin, but he still refused to let go. He dragged her forward, forcing her toward his car.
His mind was made up.
He couldn’t just stand there and watch her marry Myron.
Brandon flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Millie.
She still wore her wedding gown—a stunning vision that hit him straight in the chest.
Even now, with her wrists bound behind her and tape over her mouth as she lay in the back seat, she carried a fragile, heartbreaking sort of grace.
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