Chapter 901:

Now here they were again, putting their signatures on another piece of paper that would drive them further apart.

Brandon’s pen remained suspended over the paper, trembling slightly in his grip. Some part of him was terrified to let history repeat itself, afraid that once he signed this contract, there would be no going back to whatever small chance he might still have.

Across from him, Millie had already finished her part. She looked up from the signed contract and immediately noticed Brandon’s hesitation.

Her gaze took in his current condition—fresh bandages wrapped around his arms and torso, dark bruises peeking out from under the white gauze. The sight stirred something uncomfortable in her chest. He looked exactly like she had during those dark days when she’d almost lost her own life.

Just a few days ago, Brandon had told her that he had fallen down the stairs.

Since then, both Eugene and Babette had been blowing up her phone, desperately trying to tell her about all the things Brandon had supposedly done to prove his love for her. But Millie didn’t want to hear about any of that.

She’d already made up her mind about Brandon a long time ago.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you signing?” Millie asked, her voice carefully neutral as she watched him stare at the contract. “Is there something in the agreement that’s bothering you?”

Brandon’s movements stopped completely. Slowly, he lifted his head and met her gaze for the first time since they’d sat down.

His expression was a complicated mess of emotions—regret, longing, resignation, and something that might have been hope all tangled together. She sat there by the table, looking almost exactly the same as she always had. Same beautiful face, same graceful posture, same quiet strength. But now there was someone else sitting beside her, someone who had taken the place that used to belong only to Brandon himself.

Brandon found himself unable to look away, drinking in every detail of her face like a man dying of thirst.

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Millie didn’t break the silence either. Her expression remained perfectly calm, giving away nothing of whatever thoughts might be running through her mind. The seconds stretched between them like an eternity—thirty long, heavy seconds of unspoken history and buried feelings. Finally, Brandon forced himself to look away.

He gripped the pen tighter and pressed it to the paper, writing his name.

Brandon Watson.

Right next to another signature that had once been the most important thing in his world. Millie Bennett.

That name used to appear next to his on everything—wedding documents, house papers, joint accounts. She used to be the person closest to him, the woman he’d loved more than anyone else in his life.

Now her signature sat next to his one last time, but everything it represented had changed completely.

Millie watched Brandon finish signing and immediately shifted her attention away from him.

She looked up at Myron, who had been standing quietly beside her chair throughout this entire painful process.

Even though they were all gathered in the same office, it felt like Millie and Brandon existed in completely different universes.

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