Chapter: 18 The sky outside had started to dim. When he arrived, he parked the car and walked straight into the house.w.o.oThe entrance was dark when he stepped inside. His expression was unreadable."Millie," Brandon called, his voice low and firm. But there was no answer. Only then did he realize that the entire house was in darkness. For a moment, Brandon stood still. Every time he came home, there was always at least one light left on. Most nights, he'd find Millie curled up on the sofa, a book slipping from her hand, the TV low in the backgroundhalf asleep while waiting for him. He switched on the lights and looked over at the couch. But it was empty. At first, he had only been upset by Vivian's illness and frustrated by his grandfather's insistence that Millie show up for dinner. But now, the silence around him left him agitated. He flicked on every light in the house, room by room. The living room, kitchen, bathroom. But there was no sign of Millie. She wasn't home. She wasn't answering her phone either...cWhere on earth was she? So this was how she wanted to actthrowing a fit over a divorce they both knew was just on paper. Let her. She'd get over it. Vivian was temporary. Millie was his wife, and that wouldn't change. Still, even if she was refusing to go with him to the Watson family mansion, he couldn't avoid the visit himself. With that, Brandon walked into the storage room and picked up some health supplements. He stood there for a moment, and then make a detour to their bedroom. In their bedroom, the familiar scent of Chanel No. 5 lingered. He had bought it for her. Brandon's shoulders loosened slightly. Grabbing a few changes of clothes, he walked out. He didn't notice that the wardrobe no longer held both their clothes only his. Or that the matching items they once shared now sat alone. The space felt colder than it used to. Meanwhile, at a beauty salon, Millie and Alexia were getting their nails done. Millie had asked for pregnancy-safe products, and Alexia shook her head helplessly as she watched.w.o..v.