Heartbreak Billionaire: He should never have let go - Chapter 332

Chapter 332:

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Brandon looked down at her.

He had wanted to tell her that he was about to face something big, something he had chosen to take on alone without her. But the words didn’t come.

She was still angry, distant, and unwilling to loosen up.

So he swallowed the rest of his words and changed the subject. “I visited Hayden today.”

Millie’s hand froze in place. She lifted her eyes to meet his.

“He’s been in there for five years now. He seems alright.” Brandon added, “He asked about you, actually.”

“And what did you tell him?” Millie asked tensely.

“I told him you were doing fine. And that we’re about to divorce,” Brandon answered.

“And how did he react to that?” Millie pressed.

“He just laughed,” Brandon replied.

Millie gave a cold chuckle, set down her fork, and picked up her glass of wine.

She stared out at the sea for a moment before taking a sip.

“So, why did you go visit him?” she asked.

Brandon didn’t respond right away. Instead, his eyes drifted around the room. “Do you remember? Five years ago, right after his sentencing… we came here.”

Outside, the wind skimmed over the water, leaving tiny ripples. Millie watched them in silence.

Of course, she remembered.

Although it had been five years, she had never truly forgotten.

That was the day she finally broke free from the monster.

Seven years ago, after Brandon first pulled Millie out from under Hayden’s thumb, Hayden had played it safe for a while, intimidated by Brandon’s true identity. But as the memory faded, his old arrogance crept back in, bolder with every passing month.

“You honestly think I’m clueless, Millie? Brandon never cared about you—he just wanted a little fun. Look at the Watson family. Look at yourself. Still pretending you’re the Bennett family’s princess?” Hayden sneered, his words dripping with contempt. “Your family’s gone. If I hadn’t taken you and your mother in, you’d both be out begging in the rain. Don’t ever forget that. From now on, you’ll start handing over money to me—every single month. Got it?”

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Insult after insult, demand after demand—each one nastier than the last—had piled up, grinding her down.

Then came that storm-soaked afternoon, five years ago. She’d returned home to check on her mother, slipping inside only after confirming Hayden wasn’t around. But the apartment was eerily empty. Her mother was gone.

That was when Hayden staggered through the doorway, breath heavy with alcohol, his voice slurred.

Millie sensed danger and instinctively tried to back away, but Hayden blocked her path and seized her arm in a bruising grip.

He started barking for cash, his voice sharp with impatience, but her royalties from the last single hadn’t cleared yet.

“Hey, aren’t you Brandon’s girl now? Didn’t you say he’s head over heels for you? Make him give me the money then. Right now!”

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