A wave of self-reproach crashed over her, icy and biting.

What had she been thinking?

She had resolved to sever ties with Sanford, yet there she was, helplessly drawn to his allure, much like a moth drawn to a fatal flame.

Appalled at her own weakness, Maggie rushed to the door

Sanford could only watch as Maggie distanced herself. His brow furrowed as he wondered about the ungodly timing of their visitor.

Who would dare disturb them so early?

Could it be Rosalynn?

As Maggie swung the door wide, she Locked eyes with Millie.

Her hand instinctively tightened around the doorknob.

It was Sanford's girlfriend.

Millie's eyes widened as she took in the scene, a volatile mixture of shock and rage simmering in her gaze.

“Maggie? What are you doing here? Trying to snatch Sanford from me again? No wonder he wanted to break up! You have no shame!"

Millie her hand to strike Maggie.

Caught off guard, Maggie could only brace for the impending strike

However, having caught wind of the chaos, Sanford sprang into action.

He darted forward, catching Millie's hand mid-swing.

“What on earth do you think you're doing?”

As Sanford shielded Maggie, a sharp pang of jealousy lacerated through Millie's heart.

“So, you are back with her, aren't you? Is this why you called off our wedding?"

Sanford replied indifferently, "This has nothing to do with her. I don't like you. It's over."

The blunt finality of his words knocked the wind out of Millie.

"You're breaking up with me again? But why? What did I do? I can change... Our families are supposed to meet. You can't just leave me hanging!" Millie reached out, attempting to grab onto Sanford.