"Hazel, I’ll be back soon. I promise this is the last time."
The last time? Hazel’s lips curled into a faint, ironic smile.
Yes, it was the last time.
In a few short hours, Hazel would board a plane to a faraway land, never to look back.
Once Ambrose walked out, she rose from her seat and swept her gaze around the room. Over the years, Ambrose had lavished her with gifts, luxury handbags, designer gowns, sparkling jewelry, and even dolls, coffee, and gaming consoles.
Yet, every single item had been chosen with Scarlett in mind.
The once-naive Hazel had adored those gifts, treating them as tokens of love and devotion. But now, they were nothing more than hollow reminders of her misplaced trust.
Determined, she set to work. The scissors glided through the expensive fabric of the dresses, turning them into shreds. The hammer came crashing down on glittering jewels, splintering them beyond repair. Dolls and toys were tossed into the trash without a second glance, their cheery faces mocking her no longer.
When the last of it was destroyed, Hazel turned to her calendar. She tore off the final page with steady hands.