Chapter 1357:
He wore the exact same look on his face now.
“No…” she whispered.
She was still wearing the wedding dress Myron had custom-made for her. It was supposed to be their wedding day.
“Millie, we’ll stay together every moment like we used to,” Brandon said.
“You’ll fall for me again.”
She turned her face away, avoiding his attempt to kiss her.
“I can’t fall in love with you. It won’t happen.”
“Why not?” Brandon’s eyes were red, fixed on her with stubborn desperation.
“If you can fall for him, you can fall for me.”
Sensing the shift in his posture and the pressure of his hands, Millie tried to pull back, but he pinned her shoulders down.
“Don’t do this,” she said as calmly as she could, even as her heart pounded.
“Brandon, you promised you would never force yourself on me again.”
“I can’t control it,” Brandon rasped.
“Thinking about you with him every day is enough to drive me mad.”
“Brandon,” Millie whispered, her nails digging into her palms.
“If you’re going to force yourself on me, you might as well kill me. Maybe then I’ll be easier for you to handle. I won’t survive this a second time.”
She looked at him, but in her mind she saw Myron instead.
“That’s what makes him different from you,” she added quietly. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying for so long.
Her thoughts drifted to the days she had shared with Myron—the laughter, the tears, the quiet, playful moments that had made her feel alive again.
Today was supposed to be their wedding day. She was going to be Myron’s wife.
“He brings me joy. He understands me, and he treats me with patience,” she said.
“But you, Brandon…”
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She stopped, then added, “You only bring me pain.”
She turned her face away.
“You say you love me. Then let me go.”
“No,” Brandon said.
“I want only you. I won’t let you leave.”
“You can’t have me,” Millie replied, lifting her gaze as Myron’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Millie, I’ll always be with you.”
With steady certainty, she said, “He will come for me.”
Her voice didn’t waver.
“Even if he has to carry my dead body out of here.”
Brandon opened his mouth to speak, but in that exact moment—
Bang!
The bedroom door flew open, crashing against the wall with a loud thud.
Myron stormed in, his face carved with fury. Without hesitation, he seized Brandon by the collar and hurled him aside.
“Millie,” he called, his voice trembling. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he moved fast, working at the ropes around her wrists.
“Ronnie…” The moment her hands were free, Millie sagged and collapsed into his arms.
Everything she had been forcing down surged out at once, spilling into a flood of hurt the second she saw him.
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