Sanford evaded her grasp, his expression turning tired and impatient.

“This is all on me, not you. We're adults. Let's not turn this into some melodrama.”

Tears streamed down Millie's face.

“But you can't just discard me, Sanford! Our wedding is public knowledge. How do you expect me to face everyone?"

“Tell them you called it off." His words were as rigid as his expression,

"No! I won't Let you do this. I love you. We should get married. I promise I won't restrict you afterward. You can keep Maggie as your mistress if you'd Like.”

A mistress?

What did they take her for?

Taking a bold step forward from behind Sanford, Maggie squared her shoulders, meeting Millie's venomous glare.

"I have no intention of meddling in your wedding plans."

Millie Looked at her with hatred in her eyes.

"Is that so? Why are you here then? Don't try to play the saint, Maggie. We both know you're nothing more than a home-wrecker. I'm even offering you to stay as his mistress, and you still dare to act all high and mighty?"

Her insult hung heavily in the air, a poisonous fog of contempt.

Maggie's breath hitched, her fists balling at her sides.

“Enough! Sanford barked, effectively silencing Millie's tirade.

“What's between Maggie and me is none of your business. I will not marry you because I do not wish to. Now, kindly show yourself out.” ut

‘Out. I won't ask again." Sanford's aura transformed, radiating an intimidating resolve.

Millie's heart sank as she glanced at Sanford. Overwhelmed by emotion, she instinctively covered her face and ran away, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Confused, Sanford rubbed his forehead and turned to face Maggie.

"I'm sorry, Maggie. We..."

“It's none of my business. I'm leaving now.”

Maggie just wanted to get away from this situation as quickly as possible. She didn't want any future contact with Sanford after what had happened.