Chapter 635:

“I sent her those messages because my mind was twisted back then. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Her crying deepened, each sound heavy with despair.

“Brandon, if you were in my place, you’d understand. After everything I endured, all I could do was watch the man I loved stay by another woman’s side… I know sending those messages was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.” Vivian’s fingers tightened around his hand.

“Brandon, tell me—what am I supposed to do? If it were you, wouldn’t you lose your mind too? I took her suffering, and I couldn’t hold myself together. Then came the cancer… how could I not go mad?”

Vivian’s sobs were raw, bitter. Brandon’s gaze stayed fixed on her, the storm of anger and fear inside him pressing toward the breaking point.

His feelings toward Vivian were no longer clear.

At first, there had been relief that Millie was fine. Later, he cared for her out of pity… and obligation.

Night after night, he’d been wrenched awake by nightmares, only to find calm when Millie lay safe beside him.

He told himself it was over, that Millie had escaped unharmed.

It had been Vivian who had gone that day. Since then, Vivian had unraveled—blood on her lips, her health crumbling with cancer. He had known every detail. The fear had been relentless.

Every time he looked at her suffering, the thought crept in—what if it had been Millie?

Later, Vivian hovered at death’s edge. She came back from treatment in Flaville, clutching her medical records. Her words were steady then. She had six months left.

“Brandon, I just want six months. Divorce her and stay with me. Pretend to love me so I can leave with no regrets. Think of it as payment for me taking that secret to my grave. Treat me well, and I’ll never speak of it.”

𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

The sharp tang of disinfectant hung in the air. Brandon stared at the woman sobbing before him.

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