So, Hazel decided that this wedding would mark the final chapter of her decade-long devotion. It would be her last act of closure before severing ties with both her biased family and the unfaithful man she had once loved.
After pouring out her emotions, she took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and booked a flight for seven days later.
The screen blinked as the purchase went through, but it quickly switched back to the surveillance footage.
Perhaps it was fate, or maybe just cruel irony, but Hazel caught the tail end of Ambrose’s confession from years past.
"I regret it," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "When I was young and foolish, I mistook sand for pearls. If you’re willing to return, I’d call off this wedding for you."
He sighed, his voice softening. "Even if you refuse, I’ll still treat Hazel kindly since she reminds me of you."
Even though she had already made up her mind, even though she had seen the betrayal with her own eyes, hearing those words made Hazel’s heart quiver in a way she hadn’t expected.
Looking down at the screen, Hazel saw the love between them spill out as if it were too much to contain.