Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne in your heart, right?! You can't forget her!"

Millie's pent-up frustrations finally erupted: "Can't you see all that I've done for us recently? I just wanted us to go back to how things were, with no barriers between us. But it's like your heart is made of stone, giving me no chance at all... Why? Because you still have The man enunciated each word clearly: "So, what if I do?"

It was as if he couldn't even bother to pretend anymore.

"I know I can't compare to Roseanne, but my love for you is no less than hers—"

Millie cried, tears streaming down her face, as she reached out to hold Murray's hand, only to be coldly shrugged off.

"You don't deserve to say her name." Murray's forehead veins throbbed as if he was holding back extreme restraint, "Her name, coming from your mouth, is an insult."

"I'm giving you one day. Either you personally apologize to my mom, or get out of the manor. It's your choice."

With that, he grabbed his coat and walked away.

Millie trembled all over.

In his eyes, she wasn't herself but just an object, something easily disposable.

She had gotten pregnant before marriage for him, dropped out of college, and even endured Beverley's disdain, keeping her head down. And for what? He despised her and wanted her gone?!

Millie was filled with hatred; after all her sacrifices, she had made it this far, almost touching a life of luxury and comfort. How could she just give up? With this thought, she wiped away her tears and cradled her belly.

As long as the child was there, she hadn't lost.

...

Murray sat in his car, unsure of where to go.

The hospital had a medical team, and Beverley could receive the best care.

The manor had Millie, and he didn't want to stay there for another second.

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He had been working non-stop for two days; if he didn't rest, his secretary and assistant would need to as well.

"Cliff, let's go for a drink."

"Murray, you've been rounding up the gang quite frequently lately, huh?"

It was known that back when he was with Roseanne, they would hang out maybe two or three times a month at most.

Now, he was like a wild horse without reins, completely out of control.

Murray: "You coming?"

"Sorry, Murray," Cliff sounded apologetic, "I'm heading back to the family estate tonight."

"Alright. Send my regards to your folks."

He hung up and then dialed York Gibson, who didn't pick up.

At this time, he was probably cozying up to someone.

Murray opened his contacts, scrolled down, and suddenly paused at a name- Corley Sullivan.

"Well, what side of the bed did you wake up on today? You're actually

calling me?" The response came quick but was loaded with sarcasm.

Corley always knew how to get under his skin.

Surprisingly, Murray didn't get angry, he just flicked his cigarette outside the window and said casually,

swn ve

didn't expect it to go through either."

Corley: "Blocking someone, that's middle school stuff. I'm above that."

Murray: "Care for a drink?"

"You're not just using this as an excuse to get me out and start a fight, are you?"

Murray: "Wouldn't mind if it comes to that."

Corley snorted: "Send me the address."

...

At the Nightshade Bar.

Murray arrived first and secured a booth in the main hall.

He had just ordered some drinks when Corley showed up.

Walking straight to the opposite

seat, Corley glanced at the bottles on the table, raising an eyebrow "Tequila? Isn't that a bit strong?"

Murray chuckled, "What? Are you scared?"