Chapter 593:
Suddenly, all eyes were on Vivian.
Vivian hesitated and then forced a grin, but it didn’t carry the same confidence as Millie’s.
“It’s lovely,” Vivian replied, her tone laced with false sweetness. Her eyes shone with a practiced vulnerability as she added, “I just didn’t realize you’d held onto that photo. Maybe Brandon’s still on your mind?”
Millie gave a gentle nod and then replied, “Some people are simply unforgettable.”
Seven years together, two children, and every wound he left behind. None of that ever truly faded.
Vivian’s confident smile began to crack. She glanced awkwardly at the flowers, letting out a small cough as if to play the part of the innocent, wounded party, hoping viewers would see her as the one being wronged.
After a pause, Vivian changed tactics. “So, where should I go next?”
She let out another delicate cough, milking her role as the “wronged beauty.”
“The bathroom? The study?” she mused, dragging out the suspense. Then Vivian tossed out a bolder suggestion, eyes wide and seemingly sincere. “Or should I take everyone on a tour of your bedroom?”
On the surface, Vivian’s face stayed sweet, but a flash of defiance glinted in her eyes, like someone fighting to protect what she believed was hers.
The comment section exploded once more. Viewers couldn’t get enough of the tension between the two, eagerly waiting for Millie’s comeback.
But Millie just responded with a dazzling, unbothered smile.
“Vivian, you’ve got it all wrong. That used to be our home and our bedroom, but not anymore.”
Millie’s tone was light, steady, and completely fearless.
“Brandon is my ex-husband. Everything on display today belongs to the past. I’m no longer married to Brandon. That chapter’s closed.”
Millie took a breath, her smile shining even brighter in the sun’s glow. She followed up with, “He’s not mine anymore. Where you go from here, that’s all on you.”
The message was clear. “Rummage through the trash I tossed all you want—because I don’t even care.”
Energy crackled through the crowd as they caught what she meant.
Right then, an online challenge swept through the chat. “Join in!”
With both streams having disabled tipping, viewers decided to create their own contest.
Millie’s side exploded with cheers and encouragement.
“Go for it, Millie! If you keep holding your ground, we’ll buy the new collection!” Vivian’s audience wasn’t far behind, spamming their own support.
“Stay strong, Vivian! We promised, if you keep it up, we’ll check out Love of Vivian when it hits the cinema!”
Tensions were at their peak as the showdown intensified.
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