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“Ambrose, there’s no need for this act,” Hazel said, her voice steady, but the bitterness was unmistakable. “I know you married me out of duty, not love. So, I’m leaving. Let you and Scarlett be together.”
To Ambrose, those words hit like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.
He sighed, his tone softer, almost pleading, as if trying to convince himself as much as her
“Hazel, don’t say things out of anger.”
“You’re just running away from this marriage to provoke me, to make me notice you. You still care about me, you still love me. You’re angry because I’ve been distant, so this is your way of getting back at me.”
He stepped closer, his voice steady, as though he had already decided what the outcome would be.
“It’s okay. I’ll forgive you. Just come back with me, and you’ll still be Mrs. Wright, I’ll take care of everything. As for Scarlett… I’ll focus more on her.”
Hazel stood there, her mouth slightly agape, her heart sinking. She remembered a time when she had done everything to make Ambrose care, crying, throwing fits, even running away from home, hoping for his attention. But now, hearing his words, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of exhaustion.
No matter what Hazel did, Ambrose remained unfazed.
He neither coaxed nor scolded her, nor did he show any signs of anger.
He simply waited as if expecting Hazel to return and apologize. It was nothing to him
Over time, Hazel learned not to
expect anything from him.
She had grown wiser, no longer needing his attention or affection.
With this understanding, she spoke with calm certainty.
“If it’s true love, it should overcome any obstacle. What’s this small challenge before you? I’m sure the two of you will make it through
She paused, her gaze unwavering. “But, Ambrose, you’ve already gotten everything you wanted, so why cry in front of me?”
Ambrose froze, his hand rising to his face. Two hot tears had slid down his cheek. He stared in shock at the droplets on his fingers. Had he cried? For Hazel?
The disbelief echoed in his chest, but before he could process it, Hazel slammed the door shut, leaving him to face the reality of his own emotions.
12:25 PM
Running from Manage rising Deception Behind
With a sharp, reverberating sound, the tears on his fingertips trembled and shattered, vanishing like fragile glass.
Inside the room, Hazel couldn’t stop the tears from falling
After all, she was human, not a machine. She couldn’t erase all the memories with a mere thought.
Her mind wandered back to the video, a Pandora’s box she could never close.
The truth, sickening and humiliating, clung to her thoughts like an inescapable nightmare.
In Ambrose’s heart, Scarlett was the bright spot in his otherwise dull life, a beacon that cut through his darkest days. He only remembered how he felt the first time he met her, the way she completely captured him.
With soft, loving words, he spoke of his admiration and gratitude for Scarlett.
But all that effort Hazel had poured into their relationship seemed forgotten. While &
Ambrose and Scarlett savored the best days of their lives, Hazel poured everything she had, every last penny, into saving Ambrose’s business.
She had gone door to door, apologizing to clients and partners, enduring humiliation of every kind, all in the desperate hope they might offer Ambrose a second chance.
Hazel had sacrificed everything for him.
She’d knelt in the snow, willing to abase herself for his sake.
She’d sat in smoky rooms, drinking and socializing, all for the deal
To close the deal, she’d even drunk herself into a miscarriage, only to wake up in the hospital.
When she regained consciousness, the first thing she thought of wasn’t her health but rather sending a message to Ambrose.
[Don’t worry, the company is saved.]
Ambrose never replied.
Looking back now, Hazel knew where Ambrose must have been, lost in the embrace of Scarlett, exploring a new
world while she, alone, had carried the weight of everything
