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.

with his child; shouldn't he be treating her

set on Roseanne, wishing to rekindle their old

thought, Millie couldn't stay in bed any longer. In a fit of rage, she

finished cleaning the master bedroom, the mess of spilled coffee and broken pieces on the floor

she heard a crash from the next room, leaving

with these people? So

family

She wished she could hand them

thinking of

Sherwoods gave her every month, her anger dissipated. She approached the

Sherwood called earlier, instructing me to remind you to have breakfast

response from inside, which puzzled

there noise of things being smashed just

opened, and a weak

one hand clutching her abdomen, her forehead

genuine, and Sadie pave

she fumbled for her phone, ready to call for

"Crap! The driver's off today. I'm calling 911 right now,

both angry and anxious. "How long for an ambulance? My