Chapter 1369:
From the day she divorced Brandon and Myron offered her that deal until now, only a few months had passed—yet it felt like a lifetime of stories had been woven between them. She remembered everything: his quiet care, his patience, his unwavering support.
He had crafted moment after moment of magic for her—the blue rain, the enchanted town, hot air balloons, drones, fireworks… and last night, when everyone was still gathered at the villa, he had quietly taken her hand and led her to the cemetery.
Together, they visited the graves of her father and their children.
At her father’s headstone, Myron had spoken first. He told her father they would be holding the wedding today.
“I will protect Millie with all my being. You can rest assured,” he had promised.
She had once wondered why a wedding was necessary at all. They were legally married. They already lived together. Weren’t they already husband and wife? Was a ceremony really needed? Did the whole world have to know?
In her previous marriage, she had never understood the need for a ceremony like this. But now, she did.
It was about certainty. About acknowledgment. About telling the world—and telling herself—that this love was real, and worthy.
Meeting each other’s families, wearing the wedding gown, exchanging vows—each ritual stitched another thread into the fabric of their commitment.
Standing beside Myron at her father’s grave had brought a bittersweet ache swelling in Millie’s chest.
“Dad, I’m getting married tomorrow,” she had whispered.
“To Myron.”
Myron had held her hand, speaking softly to the headstone as though her father were right there, listening.
Afterward, they visited the graves of her two lost children. Then he took her to his father’s resting place as well, and together they shared their wedding news with him, too.
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On their way back to the villa, they strolled along the quiet lakeside, talking about everything and nothing.
They had lived together for a while already, but somehow, that night felt different—deeper. No matter how long they talked, she didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, they sat on a bench. Millie leaned her head on Myron’s shoulder, watching the moonlight ripple across the lake’s surface. They didn’t return to the villa until late.
After being kidnapped by Brandon on her wedding day, Millie replayed all of those moments in her mind.
During the drive—bound and struggling—she had wondered what would happen to their wedding. Locked away in that house, she listened to Brandon’s explanations—his reasons, his regrets, his heartbreak. She felt pain, too. Once, they had loved each other deeply.
But when Brandon spoke of starting over, all Millie could think about were Myron’s gentle eyes, filled with steady, unwavering love.
She had fallen for Myron completely—heart, soul, and everything in between.
When Brandon said he would lock her in that room forever—so she would be his, and his alone—the only thought in Millie’s mind was returning. Returning to Crobert. Returning to her beloved Myron.
At first, when Brandon tried to imprison her—when he used force—she was terrified. But eventually, that fear shifted into something else.
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