The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate (Brandon and Sophia) novel Chapter 769

Brandon happened to glance over just in time to catch the faraway look on Sophia’s face—a look that spoke of memories pulling her under.

He remembered there was only one occasion tying Sophia and him to this particular couch: the day he went on that blind date with Hannah.

Back then, he’d convinced himself that what he felt for Sophia was nothing more than a sense of duty. All he wanted was to escape her hold over him, to shake free by diving headlong into another relationship—hoping that someone else, some other commitment, might finally break Sophia’s spell. But fate had other plans. His blind date turned out to be Hannah, and, as luck would have it, they ended up at the very same restaurant as Sophia.

Sophia’s indifference to his date—her almost casual blessing—sparked something angry and raw inside him. To make matters worse, she was dining with Ivan, and from Brandon’s perspective, the scene looked suspiciously like a romantic dinner for two. The jealousy and frustration boiled over; he couldn’t take it. Abandoning everyone else, he grabbed Sophia and walked out.

It was right there—right in that chaotic moment—that Brandon could no longer deny it. His feelings for Sophia had nothing to do with obligation. He cared about her because she was herself. The woman he wanted, the only one he’d ever truly wanted, was Sophia. Not just a wife—a person.

That night, driven by a furious mix of anger, frustration, and hurt, he brought her back here. They argued, voices raised, both of them nursing their own wounds and grievances, until all that emotion crashed together right here on this couch.

Neither of them was thinking clearly. They were reckless, raw, desperate for release. The night was intense, passionate, heedless of consequences.

Now, as Brandon watched Sophia staring at the couch, he wondered what memories were flickering through her mind. Was she recalling that night, when everything spun out of control? Or was this just another moment triggered by the familiar surroundings, a fragment of the past surfacing without warning?

He stayed quiet, simply watching her, not wanting to intrude.

Meanwhile, Theresa, who had been struggling to climb onto the couch, seemed to sense the heaviness in the air. She paused, looking up first at Sophia, then at Brandon, confusion written all over her little face.

She noticed her father watching her mother in silence, so she, too, fell quiet, hesitating mid-climb. The couch was still a bit too high for her; after several failed attempts to haul herself up, she thought about turning around and using both hands and feet to scramble on. But then she caught sight of Sophia, still lost in thought, and grew timid, glancing at Brandon for help.

Brandon glanced back and gave her a gentle “shh” gesture.

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