As she packed her things, preparing to leave the city that same night, Caroline suddenly showed up at her door.
It had only been a few days, yet Caroline already looked radiant, her skin glowing, her entire body wrapped in luxury. She was dressed head to toe in designer brands, clearly spoiled under Dominic’s care.
Hazel frowned, her tone sharp. “What are you doing here?”
Caroline folded her arms, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “What do you think? I came to laugh at you. You and Dominic might have grown up together, but so what? In the end, he still chose me. He even pretended to lose his memory just to trick you.”
She paused, then rested a hand lightly on her belly. “Dominic’s been keeping me in bed every night these days,” she said, her tone deliberately smug. “And now, I’m carrying his baby. Once our child is born, he’ll divorce you for real, and then I’ll be his wife.”
Hazel’s fingernails dug deep into her palms as she let out a cold laugh. “You don’t need to wait for the baby to be born. Dominic and I are already divorced. Congratulations, you’re Mrs. Blake now.”
With that, she grabbed her suitcase and turned to leave.