It was late, empty streets, no cars in sight, but the panic surged within Ambrose, and he threw aside all hesitation. He rushed after Scarlett, his only thought to reach her.
In his frenzy, he collided with Hazel, sending her crashing to the ground. The sharp gravel scraped against her bleeding skin, the sting of it almost too much to bear.
The blows to her body, the weight of everything, drained her completely. She couldn’t even summon the strength to cry.
Ten years of love, gone, wasted. It had always been one-sided. A childhood sweetheart could never compete with an unexpected love.
She couldn’t compete with the woman Ambrose had held in his heart all along.
After what felt like an eternity, Hazel struggled to her feet, dragging her injured leg as she limped back to her room.
Once inside, she tended to her bloodied feet, then, with one final glance, she threw away the carefully selected wedding decorations she had once hoped would mark the start of forever.
Her gaze fell on the wedding countdown hanging in the living room, and for a brief moment, she hesitated.