Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Shutting off the water, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and in the moment before the shadow could press against the door, he quickly twisted the knob and pulled it open, bumping right into Millie who'd sneaked up.

"Who let you in?!"

Fury was brewing in his eyes like an impending storm.

"I've told you, you're not allowed in here. Can't you understand?! Where do you get the guts?!"

Feeling the icy chill emanating from him, Millie's limbs went cold, "I-I came to bring you coffee."

He smirked cruelly, his words cutting deep, "What do you think you're doing? You think I'm clueless? Just because we've hung out a few times, you think you're important? I've seen plenty of women like you-just a wave of my hand and they come running like dogs. What makes you any different? Even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn't spare you a second glance."

Murray looked down on her, his gaze filled with contempt. "You know why?"

Millie was trembling all over, covering her ears, shaking her head frantically, "No... I don't want to hear, please stop-"

"Can't bear to hear it? Then don't bother me. I find it disgusting. Get out!"

In tears, Millie ran away.

Murray carelessly knocked over the tray she had brought.

That night, Millie laid awake until dawn, her pillow soaked with tears, haunted by his heartless and cold demeanor.

She was pregnant with his child; shouldn't he be treating her

it... that his heart was still set on Roseanne,

any longer. In a fit of rage, she kicked

cleaning the master bedroom, the mess of

from the next room, leaving her

with these

family of

life valuable? She wished she could hand

then, thinking of the

gave her every month, her anger dissipated. She approached the adjacent room's

called earlier, instructing me to remind you to have

inside, which

just now? Why so quiet all

suddenly, the door opened, and a weak voice came through: "Sadie, my stomach

hand clutching her abdomen, her

genuine, and Sadie pave

call for help: "What's...

I'm calling 911 right now, Ms. Millie, hang in

and anxious. "How long for an ambulance? My stomach hurts so bad, it can't be serious,