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Ambrose’s voice trembled with barely contained fury.
All day, he had been planning, thinking of every little detail to make Hazel smile again.
He had ordered 9,999 roses, had the sweetest strawberry cake delivered, her favorite, and even slipped a sparkling diamond ring inside the cake, hidden like a secret promise.
But when he arrived at her door, heart pounding with anticipation, the Bell family’s housekeeper had ruthlessly mocked him, throwing all his carefully chosen gifts into the trash without a second thought
The sting of humiliation had burned through him, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Later that evening, Assistant William had called, telling him that someone had spotted Hazel at a bar.
Ambrose had rushed over, his mind reeling, and when he arrived, the sight before him shattered the last of his
composure.
Every taunt, every insult, had ignited a fury in him that threatened to consume him whole.
He tried to stay calm, to hold on to whatever was left of his reason. But then Hazel’s voice cut through the ske
a blade. “Who are you?”
The words nearly sent him over the edge.
He grabbed her wrist with a tight grip, his voice thick with anger and desperation.
“I’m your husband. Come home with me.”
One of the bodyguards stepped forward, his body tense with aggression, while others took defensive positions, creating a standoff.
Hazel raised her hand, signaling the bodyguards to step back, her eyes locked onto Ambrose. There was no
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trace of hesitation in her gaze.
“I’m asking you, who are you?”
The underlying message in her words was sharp and clear. ‘Who do you think you are to interfere in my life?” Ambrose’s chest tightened at the sight of her. This wasn’t the Hazel he knew, this cold, indifferent version of her
made him feel unsteady. His heart clenched, his emotions spiraling.
“Hazel, stop playing these games!”
“I know this is some pathetic attempt to get back at me, but for once, can you have some dignity?”
“I’ve forgiven your affair, your betrayal. So come home with me. Is this really how you want things to end?”
For a heartbeat, Hazel stood frozen, then, a bitter laugh escaped her lips.
She adjusted her coat with slow, deliberate movements, no longer caring to dignify him with an argument.
“Who do you think you are to forgive me?” she shot back, her tone cold as ice.
“You saw me with a topless white man and want to call that an affair? Don’t make me laugh.”
Ambrose’s face twisted with a mixture of shock and indignation, but Hazel wasn’t fi
finished.
“You need to remember who you are, Hazel. This place isn’t for you. I love you, and I choose to forgive you. But think about it: without me, who could ever love you the way I do?”
Ambrose, the heir to the Wright fortune, was so high on his pedestal that it didn’t even occur to him that he was
jealous of her, jealous of Hazel, and a man who had no ties to him at all
At that moment, to Hazel, Ambrose was nothing more than a shadow of what those male models had been. They had brought her genuine happiness, while he had only brought pain.
Impatience bubbling in her chest, Hazel snapped, “Ambrose, listen up, we’re done ”
“What I do and who I date is none of your concerns. If you have time to lecture me, why don’t you clean up the mess you’ve made in your own life first?”
to.
Hazel couldn’t wrap her head around how he could stand there, wagging his finger at her as if he had any right
In Ambrose’s world, kissing Scarlett before their wedding wasn’t an affair.
Longing for her while Hazel lay hospitalized after a miscarriage wasn’t an affair.
Turning Hazel into a mere substitute for Scarlett didn’t count either.
But Hazel, after ending things with him by going to a bar, suddenly became the villain.
It was both shameless and absurd.
Hazel didn’t have the energy to argue further. She gestured for the bodyguards to take her home.
But Ambrose wasn’t ready to give up. He followed, desperation seeping into his voice as he looked at Hazel’s slim, resolute form under the moonlight.
“Hazel, we’ve both made mistakes. Why can’t we just forgive each other and move on?”