Chapter 626:
“Why?” Vivian’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Isn’t it obvious? If I didn’t pull all of this, Brandon, would you have given me more of your time? Even with me supposedly dying, you still kept your distance. I had to push further, to make you see me as a patient, to make you remember what you promised.” Her gaze locked on Brandon’s, her voice rising. “You swore, Brandon. These last six months, you’d be with me, you’d love me.”
“I already left her!” Brandon’s voice thundered with fury.
“But you still won’t marry me!” she shot back. “You won’t even touch me!” Her breathing grew sharp and heavy with anger. “Didn’t you send Eugene to ask how I got into Serenity Villa? Fine, I’ll tell you.” Vivian’s glare cut straight through Brandon.
Each word landed with deliberate weight. “Simple. I guessed the password. I went through every number I could think of—yours, hers, even the ones tied to both of you. The date that signified Watson Group’s complete transformation. Your wedding day. Millie’s birthday. Even dates I dug up from other sources, like when you two were in Flesta.”
Vivian’s glare burned with pure malice toward Millie. “And guess what? The front door’s code is her birthday. The code to the small bathroom? The day you married her!”
Her mouth curled in contempt. “You swore you’d love me—and this is what you call keeping that promise?”
“Vivian!” Brandon’s voice exploded like a crack of thunder.
“I did it intentionally.” Vivian straightened her back and met his eyes without flinching. “I walked in there on purpose, went live on camera just to humiliate her, to show everyone that I, Vivian, have taken her place as Mrs. Watson, and she’s nothing but a discarded woman.”
Brandon’s hand dug harder into Vivian’s shoulder, the pressure so intense it felt as if he wanted to snap her in two.
So all those words before were just a performance. Every move had been about going after Millie, about hurting her.
𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋: 𝖌ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗆
A discarded woman?
He would never let Vivian degrade Millie like that.
Still, Vivian pressed on. Suddenly her lips trembled, her eyes glistened with tears, and the sobs came on cue. “Brandon, I know I crossed the line, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
Once more, she slipped into her victim act.
“I envy her for having your love, while I gave you everything and still couldn’t win your heart. I know I made mistakes…” Her voice cracked as she sobbed. “I won’t be jealous of her anymore, Brandon. Just… don’t leave me.”
It was all calculated—carefully chosen emotions, a few undeniable truths twisted into a different story.
She wanted him to believe her love had blinded her, that her missteps came from passion, and that she was ready to change.
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