Chapter 4

Millie couldn't help feeling dazed as she stared at Winston, who led her ahead.

Winston had done this back then, too. He'd held her hand as they escaped from those chasing after them.

Millie wouldn't have fallen so deeply in love with him if he had treated her poorly in the past. She wouldn't have married him, even if it meant she'd cut ties with her family.

But why was he here? And what was he doing now? Was he jealous because he saw her being close to another man?

However, Millie soon brushed those thoughts away. After all, Winston was heartless and had never once loved her. Why would he be jealous?

Millie felt herself get pushed into a washroom. The alcohol had taken over her body and left her slightly weak.

With a stern expression, Winston pinned Millie against the edge of the sink.

The washroom lights shined from above Winston. It blurred the outline of his features in Millie's eyes. Regardless, it wasn't difficult to see how attractive he was.

"We haven't officially gotten divorced, Millie!" Winston snarled through gritted teeth.

Millie's back pressed against the sink. So, the stunning butterfly tattoo on her back was reflected in the mirror. She ignored her heartache, looked into his eyes, and calmly said, "Mr. Greer, I've already signed the divorce papers. It means we're technically divorced."

Winston's gaze trembled as he stared at Millie. At the same time, his grip tightened on her wrist.

"Mr. Greer, huh?" he questioned softly.

Millie would never talk to him with such a tone before. She always beamed brilliantly. It was her first time addressing him as "Mr. Greer". It was formal, and it created a massive distance between them.

Before, she always stuck by his side and called him "Win". Her voice was always gentle and sweet whenever she uttered that nickname.

However, it upset Winston because he disliked those nicknames. So, Millie never used those nicknames again.

"Why? Is it wrong for me to call you that?" Millie narrowed her eyes while leaning closer to Winston.

It was the first time she got so close to him in their three years of marriage.

Their eyes locked on like magnets, and Millie noticed a hint of shock in Winston's dark gaze. She wondered if he was shocked that she had addressed him formally.

Millie studied his handsome face, which she had loved for many years. Then, she spoke with a low and slurred but seductively husky voice. "You're right. That's not the right way to address you. I should call you my ex-husband instead."

Winston's chest tightened as he gripped her wrist and forced her backward. "Are you taunting me, Millie?"

"Why would I dare to taunt you?" Millie snorted.

Her snarky attitude only frustrated Winston more.

"Are you alright, Ms. Caldwell?" a voice asked from outside the washroom.

Millie looked toward the exit just then.

Winston could tell that voice belonged to Nathan, the young scion of the Lynch family. He scoffed, taken aback that Nathan had fallen for Millie's seduction so soon.

Millie smirked, looked at Winston, and spoke seductively. "I'm okay, Mr. Lynch. Please wait out there for me. I'll only take a while."

She emphasized the words "Mr. Lynch" in front of Winston. She hinted that Winston, now "Mr. Greer", was no different from the other misters around her.

Winston's brows twisted into a deep, offended frown. How dare Millie see another man before his eyes?

"You wouldn't dare sleep with him, Millie!" he growled like an angered beast and pinched Millie's chin.

Millie shoved him away because she wasn't afraid of sleeping with Nathan. A sly gleam appeared in her eyes as she smirked. Yet, she replied with the utmost indifference, "You're crossing the line, ex-husband."

That sentence was enough to ignite a murderous fire in Winston.

He pulled Millie up while snaking an arm around her waist. Then, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her.

"Crossing the line, huh? I'll show you what it means to truly cross the line!" he thought.

Even though they had signed the divorce papers, they hadn't completed the legal procedures. Because of that, Millie was technically still Winston's wife. The fact that she offered to have sex with another man before his eyes was sheer humiliation.

Millie's eyes rounded in disbelief. She wondered if Winston had lost his mind.

He hadn't touched her once in their three years of marriage, yet he was kissing her now. His kiss was aggressive, and the way he bit her lips hurt her.

Yet, Millie felt herself go weak. It was unclear whether that was because Winston was a good kisser or because the alcohol was getting to her head.

She held the sink for support, then stomped hard on Winston's foot. Even so, Winston didn't release her. He only hugged her waist tighter and deepened the kiss.

Millie frowned as she wriggled to break free. She used all her might to push Winston away before slapping him.

The slap reverberated in the washroom, and the space fell deadly silent.

Winston's head faced the other direction due to the impact of the slap. He licked his lips, which had lipstick smudge from Millie and the scent of whiskey.

Millie heaved deep breaths. Her lipstick had blurred around the edges of her lips, and the rims of her eyes had reddened slightly.

Winston wiped the corner of his lips with his fingertips. Subsequently, his dark gaze snapped toward her as he snorted and smiled. He couldn't believe Millie had slapped him.

"Wasn't this what you wanted?" He stepped closer to her again, rage gathering in his chest and seeping from his eyes. "Didn't you want to seduce men by dressing like that? What's wrong? You're okay with fucking other men, but not me? Quit acting like you're so morally upstanding!"

"Get lost, Winston!" Millie yelled back at him, disappointment filling her eyes.

Could Winston not tell what she wanted? All Millie wanted was a bit of love from him, yet he never gave it to her. He only made her feel like a joke and was worth nothing.

Winston took in Millie's emotionless gaze and felt angry. "Get lost? Have you forgotten about how you desperately pleaded for me to marry you back then?"

Millie's heartbeat hitched, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly. A frosty sensation washed over her once she heard his attempt at humiliating her. So, her love was nothing more than a tool he could use against her.

She had lowered her dignity, cut ties with her family, traded herself in as a hostage to kidnappers, dulled her shine, and many more things for Winston. She did all that for him.

Still, her efforts during these seven years weren't even worth mentioning to him.

Millie sniffled with tears in her eyes as she snorted. "I must've been blind to have fallen in love with you, Winston."

Winston looked into the mirror at Millie's reflection as she left the washroom. His eyes glazed over in surprise when he heard her words. Then, he staggered before leaning against the wall.

"I must've been blind to have fallen in love with you, Winston."

Her words echoed in his mind.

He let out an abrupt but heavy laugh. Little did he know he had lost the woman who'd loved him unconditionally for seven years.

…

After Millie left the washroom, she kept wiping her lips. The thought of Winston kissing her after he had kissed Joanna repulsed Millie. She felt filthy.

Eyes reddening, she went to find and bring Rachel out of that place.

"Are you okay, girl?" Rachel was confused.

Millie cried while choking up and saying, "Duh! I'm just peachy!"

She held her high heels while walking barefoot on the streets. Ignoring the curious looks of passersby, she yelled out with determination, "I'll never love Winston again! Never again!"

Millie had struggled all these years and was in so much pain. Not only that, but she found herself stupid for wasting her life away over a man.

She swore she'd never see Winston again. Instead, she wanted to get her life back on track. She'd move on for good to have her happy ending.

Rachel ran after Millie to hug the latter.

Millie cried but didn't make a sound, and her entire body trembled with sorrow.

Rachel's heart ached for the former.

…

Millie didn't recall how she had gone home. It was already the afternoon of the following day when she awoke.

She sat on the bed in a blur, massaging her temples with one hand because of her pounding headache.

That was when a ding sounded.

She turned to pick up her phone calmly but fell silent when she saw the news.

The headline read, "Greer Group's CEO, Winston, and the Lowell family's heiress attend a press conference for his subsidiary company's new cosmetic product launch."

Millie clicked on the video to see Joanna linking arms with Winston.

Joanna smiled and occasionally waved at the reporters. The couple seemed like a good match.

Millie's finger tightened around the phone as her eyes burned.

Winston had never attended any events with Millie. Now that they had just gotten divorced, he was already eager to introduce his beloved to everyone.

Memories of him forcefully kissing Millie surfaced in her mind. She felt his behavior was ironic.

There was a sudden knock at the door, causing Millie to look up.

She suppressed her sorrow and cast a bland look ahead. "Come in."

Terrence donned a navy suit. He opened the door and grinned. "Mills, don't forget what you promised me last night!"

Millie froze, not knowing what she had promised him.