Chapter 605:
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, as if someone had opened it in a hurry and left it that way.
This visit was unannounced. Her team had unlocked the door beforehand to ensure 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.
𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖: 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆
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.
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