Milena Campbell bet on a dart competition that she could hit an apple placed on someone’s head without opening her eyes. Her dart missed the target and she left the room feeling embarrassed without looking back.
Meanwhile, the off-coursing dart hit Hazel Wright’s sister; severed the carotid artery. The girl collapsed on the spot, bleeding.
When the news reached the family, Hazel’s father was furious and vowed to take Milena to court. However, on his way to meet his lawyer, he was kidnapped and disappeared without a trace.
Hazel sat next to her unconscious sister, desperate.
The person behind all this was none other than her husband of three years, Vincent Clarke.
As the richest man in Rivendale, Vincent was known for being cruel and decisive. Hazel was the only woman in his life.
However, since Milena returned to the country, Vincent had repeatedly violated his principles for her sake.
That night, after finishing his work, Vincent came to the hospital to force Hazel to sign a letter of apology. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his dark eyes turned cold.
“If you agree not to pursue this matter and let Milena go, I will arrange for the best doctor for your sister and bring your father back safely,” he said. “You have three minutes to decide,” he said cruelly.
Hazel stared at Vincent in disbelief.
“Is she that important to you?” her lips trembled.
Since the accident that happened to her sister, Hazel had been so depressed that she refused to eat and drink. Her eyes were red after two days and nights staying in the hospital room.
Seeing her poor condition and how thin she looked, Vincent felt pity. He softened, explaining in a gentle tone, “Milena saved my life before, I owe her. I have to protect her.”
However, to Hazel, those words sounded like irony.
“So, you think it’s okay to pay your debt to Milena with the lives of my family?” she asked weakly.
“My sister is dying, my father is missing and you expect me to let it go forgive the woman who caused it all?”
Ignoring Hazel’s outburst, Vincent looked down at his Rolex. His patience was wearing thin.
“You have one minute left.” His voice went cold again.
“If you don’t make a decision immediately, your father may never come back.”
As Vincent spoke, the assistant standing behind him stepped forward, handing Hazel a tablet with a video playing.
In the recording, Hazel’s sixty-year-old father was confined to a corner of a cold storage room, his body stiff. If it weren’t for his slight movement and the faint snoring, anyone would have thought he was already dead.
Hazel’s face was turning pale.
Vincent curled his lips and smiled.
“Do you know what the temperature is in that cold storage room? It’s kept at minus thirty degrees all year round. A healthy person locked up in that place for twenty-four hours could lose their vital signs.”
“Let alone your father, who is old, weak and has many health problems.”
The world seemed to collapse around Hazel. She couldn’t believe Vincent could be so cruel.
Five years ago, her father brought Vincent — his star student, home to the Wright Family.
Vincent fell in love with her at first sight and from that moment on, he pursued her relentlessly.
He spent three million dollars to launch a 9,999 drone and fireworks show on the riverside for her. Even on her birthday, Vincent bought a small island in Britain and named it after her as a birthday present.
Moved by his devotion, Hazel agreed to date him.
However, Hazel never imagined that just three years into their marriage, everything would change drastically.
She sighed deeply. Before Vincent could declare time was up, she resignedly said, “All right, I’ll sign it. But you have to arrange for my sister’s surgery and release my father immediately.”
Her hand trembled as she signed the letter of apology.
Watching her, Vincent exhaled with relief. He pulled out his phone, ready to call the specialist for surgery. But suddenly, his cell phone rang.
He answered it and immediately heard Milena’s voice, crying. “Vincent, my finger is bleeding. It hurts so much.”
Vincent’s focus shifted instantly and he immediately barked orders to his men to find Milena.
But Hazel pleaded, grabbing his arm. “At least arrange a doctor first before you go!”
Unfortunately, all she received was a ruthless refusal from Vincent.
“Milena has a rare blood condition. Her blood couldn’t coagulate properly. Even a small amount of bleeding could be dangerous for her. I have to leave now!” he snapped.
“About your sister’s surgery… we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” With that, Vincent left without looking back.
Hazel stood frozen as his figure move further and further away. Her heart broke to pieces.
Five years of love and devotion all turned to ashes that night.
Half an hour later, Milena posted a new update online.
[It’s just a tiny scratch from my manicure, but someone panicked so badly he almost crashed racing over to see me.]
Hazel laughed out loud.
Milena’s pinky finger with a barely visible cut. A wound that small could make Vincent Clarke, the man known for his calm and control, lose his composure. Yet when her own sister was dying, he hadn’t even looked her way.
The difference between being loved and not loved had never been so cruelly clear.
Lost in thought, Hazel accidentally tapped the “like” button. Almost instantly, her phone rang. Vincent called.
“I was the one who wanted to come back to see Milena,” Vincent said sharply. Why are you so angry? Don’t make things difficult for her.”
Hazel smiled bitterly. He was furious over a ‘like’ button?
When she didn’t respond, Vincent’s tone softened, realizing he’d sounded harsh.
He took the initiative to soothe her, “Hazel, don’t overthink. I already brought your father out of the cold room — he’s awake now. As for your sister’s surgery, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. There’s a storm tonight and Milena’s terrified of thunder. I can’t leave her alone.”
Hazel lowered her eyes to hide her disappointment.
“I see. If that’s all, I’ll hang up now.”
She ended the call and let her tears fall freely.
When Vincent ignored her, she didn’t cry.
When he broke their promises, she also didn’t cry. Even when Milena used Vincent’s affection to bully her, she endured in silence.
But watching her family suffer because of that woman — that broke something inside.
Hazel cried for a long time before regaining her composure.
Then, she picked up her phone and called a man she hadn’t spoken to in years — David Federer, Vincent’s long-time rival and the man who had once pursued her endlessly.
“You once said you’d wait for me. Does that offer still count?”
“I’ll be with you. But I need your help to fake my death and leave this place.”
Seven days from now, there would be a grand cruise gala. She’d take her family and leave Vincent once and for all. Because with his obsessive, possessive nature, she knew he’d never agree to a normal divorce.
Once David agreed, Hazel hung up the call.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over her. She uncontrollably retched a few times.
A bad premonition washed over her.
Looking pale, she went straight to the hospital for a pregnancy test.
When she saw the result, she froze.
She was three months pregnant. Completely unaware until now!
Without a second of hesitation, she turned to the doctor. “Schedule an abortion. Immediately.”
Yeah, she couldn’t keep this child.
The doctor looked startled. “Your baby’s perfectly healthy — actually, there’s a high chance it’s twins. Are you sure you want to end them?”
Tears spilled down Hazel’s cheeks; she turned her face away, hiding them. She wanted these children — more than anyone else. But Vincent had changed. He didn’t even care about her father—his own mentor. So how could he possibly care about the babies growing inside her?
“I’m sure,” she whispered. “Do it today.”
The moment she was wheeled onto the cold operating table, her body went cold.
Until the anesthetic took effect, her world went dark.
When she woke, her hands instinctively went to her stomach. The life that had once been there was gone. And though her heart shattered, she told herself—this was the only way.
Dragging her exhausted body, Hazel returned to her sister’s hospital room. Her sister lay there, skin pale as paper and covered in IV tubes.
Hazel’s will hardened. She had done the right thing. Ending the pregnancy and planning her escape.
Still in her clothes, she lay down beside her sister and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, Hazel drove back to the Clarke mansion to pick up her father. But when she opened the door, she froze — the sight before her made her blood run cold.
Her father—a man in his fifties with graying hair, was being forced to his knees by a group of bodyguards.
And on his back sat Milena, cracking a whip against him as if training a dog.
“C’mon, old man, crawl! You can’t even crawl, then what good are you?”
Hazel’s blood boiled. Without hesitation, she rushed over and pulled Milena down.
Then she slapped her hard.
“How dare you hit me? Do you know what you’re doing?”
Milena was stunned, staring at Hazel in disbelief.
But Hazel ignored her and distressed, helped her father to his feet, “I’m sorry, Dad. I should’ve come sooner.”
Just then, the door opened. Vincent walked in, carrying breakfast he’d personally made for Milena.
The moment Milena saw him, she ran to him like a wounded child. “Vincent! Look what that horrible woman did to me! My face hurts so much.”
Milena’s skin was fair — too fair. The slap Hazel had given her wasn’t even that hard, yet it was still extremely red and swollen.
Vincent’s face darkened instantly.
He ordered someone to hold Hazel down, then turned and had Milena return the slap herself.
He ignored Hazel’s explanations and said coldly, “No one can bully Milena in my territory.”
Hearing this, Milena approached Hazel with even greater pride.
One slap, two slaps… She slapped her ten times before finally stopping, satisfied.
Hazel who had initially struggled, finally became numb.
Her entire face was red and swollen and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.
But Vincent didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he took Milena’s hand and gently massaged it. “You hit her so hard,” he murmured. “Don’t you feel any pain?”
Seeing this, Hazel’s already broken heart began to ache uncontrollably again.
So did her father. He struggled against the guards, desperate to reach her, but it was useless.
Milena wasn’t done. She demanded an even harsher punishment. But Vincent was unable to persuade her, so he had no choice but to cruelly order Hazel to be thrown into the basement.
“If she wants to be Mrs. Clarke, she’d better learn to act like one. Keep her there for two days so she can reflect on her behavior.”
Hazel was thrown like she was trash into the cold, damp basement.
For an entire day, no one brought her food or water.
When she thought she might actually starve to death, the door creaked open.
Milena stepped inside, crouching down with a tray of spoiled leftovers.
“Hi, Hazel, I brought you dinner. You must be starving,” Milena said in a sing-song tone. “Want me to feed you?”
Humiliation flooded Hazel’s chest. She used her last bit of strength to refuse. “I’d rather die than eat garbage.”
Milena’s expression twisted into something cruel. She grabbed Hazel’s chin, pried her mouth open by force and shoved the rotten food in.
Hazel who was furious, pushed Milena away. Then she grabbed the plate and smashed it over that woman’s head. Not only that, she also picked up a shard of glass and stepped toward her.
Blood trickled down Milena’s forehead. Terrified, she screamed — staring at Hazel like she had seen a devil.
Vincent rushed over once he heard the noise. By the time he burst into the room, he saw Hazel dragging the shard of glass toward Milena’s face.
His expression darkened instantly. Without hesitation, he kicked Hazel hard in the gut, sending her flying across the room.
“Call the hospital. Tell them to stop all treatment for her sister.”
“While for Hazel, keep locking her down here. No food. No water. No one opens that door unless I say so.”
Hazel froze. “No—Vincent, please!” she cried weakly. “You can punish me however you want, but don’t stop my sister’s treatment! Please!”
He didn’t even look at her.
Still holding Milena, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off all light.
In the darkness, Hazel felt the warm blood spreading beneath her. Her vision blurred, her strength fading away — until everything went black.
Hazel woke up and found herself in a hospital bed. She survived. Someone pulled her out of that basement. For a moment, she thought maybe it was Vincent—that perhaps he’d softened and, with some lingering feeling for her, had rescued her.
But when she turned her head, she saw her father sitting beside her, a thick bandage wrapped around his head. Only then did she realize it hadn’t been Vincent. It was her father who had risked everything to drag her badly injured body out of the basement.
He even knelt before Milena, taking the blame for himself. Only then had Vincent finally relented and agreed to get her to the hospital.
Hazel closed her eyes, pain ripping through her. She couldn’t bear to look at her father’s wounds, afraid that the next second she might lose control and kill Vincent.
It took a long time for her to steady herself. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at her father, she whispered, “Don’t worry. Five days from now, I’ll get you and Sadie out of here.”
But just as she finished her words, the ward door was flung open.
Vincent’s brows furrowed slightly, his tone tinged with a panic he wasn’t even aware of.
“Out of here? Where are you going?”
Hazel hadn’t expected him to come. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, but her expression remained calm.
“Just out for a walk. What? You can’t even let me have a little freedom?”
Hearing this, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. “Of course not. As long as you don’t hurt Milena, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I came to ask you to help record a video,” he said.
The footage from the dart room had been leaked online by someone with ulterior motives. Milena’s personal information had been exposed and netizens were attacking her relentlessly.
They weren’t just calling her a murderer—they were labeling her as “Vincent’s mistress.”
Vincent had wiped the trending searches seven times but still couldn’t stop it. He had no choice but to ask Hazel, as the older sister of the victim, to record a video, clearing the situation.
“I want you to tell everyone it was you who sent your sister to be the target, that you deliberately caused her to lose her balanc and get hurt,” Vincent said, eyes narrowing. “Only then will people believe it was your jealousy of my attention toward Milena that drove you to set this trap—and stop the online attacks.”
Hazel, sitting on the hospital bed, grew paler by the second. She stared at him, a wave of sorrow washing over her.
To clear Milena’s name, he was willing to throw all the dirt onto her. This was the same Vincent who had once treated her like the center of his world, who had feared she would suffer even the smallest grievance.
But Hazel knew resistance was useless—it would only bring more trouble to herself and her family.
“I can agree to record the video, but my sister’s surgery has to start now. She can’t wait.”
Vincent didn’t hesitate. He ordered the surgeons to begin Sadie’s operation right in front of her.
Slightly relieved, Hazel mustered her remaining strength and got out of bed to record the video.
As expected, once the video was released, the internet’s anger shifted entirely onto her.
Not only her private phone number was exposed and people constantly harassed her, some even showed up at the hospital, leaving funeral wreaths and cursing her and her sister to die.
Exhausted, Hazel turned her phone off for a full day, too afraid to check it.
That evening, Vincent arrived after hearing about disturbances at the hospital There was a rare look of pity on his face and he gently wiped away Hazel’s tears. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll assign extra bodyguards to protect you.”
“As for the online attacks, Milena’s just come out of the storm. The truth can’t be cleared yet. In three days, I’ll hire a PR company to restore you and your sister’s reputation.”
But what was the point of vindication so delayed?
Hazel refused to look at his hypocritical face and silently told herself, “No need for that.”
Once Vincent assigned the three bodyguards, the hospital became much quieter. Hazel could finally rest and focus on recovering. She thought she could safely spend the next few days healing. But she hadn’t counted on Milena demanding her to be her personal cook.
“Everyone knows Hazel’s an amazing cook. I don’t want the chef’s food—I only want the meals she makes herself!”
Vincent couldn’t argue with her and nodded lovingly. “Fine. Let Hazel cook for you, then.”
Hazel arrived at the VIP ward just in time to see the scene. Her chest tightened.
Three years ago, Vincent had nearly died from a sudden stomach attack. Back then, Hazel swore she’d learn how to cook, so she could take care of the man she loved. She had always been smart, but cooking was the one thing she had no talent for. She had cut herself so many times that her fingers were covered in tiny scars. But she persisted. And eventually, she succeeded.
Vincent moved in tears, holding her in his arms and whispering, “From now on, you’ll only ever cook for me.”
Now, that same man had just handed her over like a servant, all because another woman pouted.
Hazel came to her senses and forced herself to calm down. Her sister was still in surgery; she had to endure it.
“What would you like me to make?” she asked.
Milena named a dish casually, then watched Hazel leave with a sneer. She had long since plotted revenge for the earlier confrontation.
Half an hour later, a bowl of lamb soup sat in front of Milena. After a few sips, she began convulsing. Her skin flushed violently.
“Vincent… help me!”
By the time Vincent rushed in, Milena was on the floor, foaming at the mouth, barely breathing.
She refused to let the doctors operate until he arrived. “Vincent,” she gasped, clutching his sleeve weakly, “Hazel knows I’m allergic to lamb. She did it on purpose… you have to—”
Before she could finish her words, Milena collapsed.
Vincent’s face twisted with fury. His fist slammed into the wall beside Hazel’s head.
“Why, Hazel?” he shouted. “Why can’t you stop? I told you—I only see her as a sister! Why are you still trying to hurt her?”
Hazel’s eyes were ice. “She asked for the dish herself. She planned this. If you don’t believe me, you can—”
Her words cut off as Vincent’s hand cracked across her face.
He looked at her with disgust, as though she’d committed an unforgivable sin. “Go kneel in the hallway and atone for your scene,” he ordered coldly. “You don’t get up until Milena wakes.”
Hearing this, Hazel almost lost her balance. So many patients and staff were walking past—he wanted her to kneel in front of everyone??
Before she could resist, Vincent’s bodyguards forced her to the cold floor. A nurse whispered and pointed.
“Isn’t that Mr. Clarke’s wife? I heard she’s cruel and jealous — always picking on Milena, his little sister.”
“Is she mentally ill? Anyone can see how much Mr. Clarke loves his sister. She must be crazy to keep pushing her.”
Hazel lowered her head as her tears hit the floor. Even strangers could see it — Vincent really doted on Milena. She shouldn’t have been standing in the way.
She didn’t know how long she’d been kneeling when Vincent suddenly came running toward her.
“Get up!” he barked in a panic tone. “Milena needs blood. Come with me!”
Still dazed, Hazel was dragged into the blood extraction room.
The sight of the thick needles made her stomach drop. Her lips turned pale with fear. “No. I can’t donate. Find someone else.”
She had just undergone an abortion and had lost so much blood. Donating blood to Milena now would be too much for her body
But Vincent ignored her protests, thinking she was just pretending. He commanded the doctors to proceed, using the largest possible needle.
“Milena’s very weak. Draw triple the amount for backup,” he said coldly.
By the time it was over, she lost all strength and collapsed in the blood draw room like a rag. Her arms were covered in bruises.
No one came to help her.
She didn’t know how long she sat there before she finally gathered enough strength to stand. Holding onto the wall for balance, she stumbled step by step back to her ward.
But when she pushed open the door, her heart froze. Her father was gone. Every single thing in the room had been thrown to the floor.
Hazel’s chest tightened. Ignoring her weak body, she sought Vincent.
“Where did you take my father?!” she demanded.
Vincent was sitting by Milena’s bed, carefully helping her drink water. His brows furrowed at Hazel’s outburst.
“Do you know Milena almost die because of you? You need to learn a lesson.”
“The research project your dad and I worked on had problems. I’ve already contacted the university. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be reviewing it now.”
At this point, he snorted coldly, “I’ve already been soft enough to you, Hazel. If something like this happens again, I won’t let it off easy.”
But Hazel simply ignored it and she took a step back sadly instead.
“My dad devoted everything to you! Every opportunity, every resource—he gave it to you first!” And now you repay him by reporting him? You’re monster!”
She rushed out of the ward without looking back and took a taxi straight to the university.
When she arrived there, the sight before her made her knees give way. Her father—an upright man who had lived honorably his whole life—was standing on stage, bowing his head, confessing mistake to the entire school.
He was bowing and apologizing for things he hadn’t done
Tears blurred Hazel’s vision. Her emotions boiling over. She rushed forward, grabbed the microphone from his hands and shouted through her tears, “My father did nothing wrong! He’s innocent! Please, you have to believe him!”
But the crowd had already recognized her—the infamous manipulative Mrs. Clarke, the “green tea girl” who had been making a lot of noise online lately
They surrounded her and threw their weapons at her. Chaos erupted.
Her father, trying to shield her, fell to his knees as the mob’s fists and kicks rained down on him. Then, suddenly, his body stiffened. He fell backward.
Hazel’s heart felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. With trembling hands, she reached out to check her father’s breath.
But he was completely dead.
She was heartbroken, cradling her father’s body, sobbing heartbreakingly on the stage
The crowd, realizing what they’d done, scattered in terror. But her father’s colleague eventually arrived, helping Hazel carry the body away. Together, they took him to the crematorium.
By the end, Hazel’s eyes were swollen red. She hugged the urn tightly, whispering a broken thank-you to them before heading back to the hospital.
Now, her sister was all she had left. She had to protect her at any cost!
When she pushed open the hospital room door, her blood ran cold. Milena was standing by the bed, stabbing his sister straight in the chest with a knife.
Without thinking, Hazel charged forward. She grabbed the knife with her bare hand. Blood poured down her wrist, but she didn’t even flinch. She planted herself between Milena and the bed.
“I want you to pay for my father’s death!”
Hazel wanted to grab the knife and die with Milena, but her body was too weak. In the struggle, Milena’s hand slipped—and the knife plunged into Hazel’s shoulder.
Horrified at what she had done, Milena screamed.
Hearing the noise, Vincent rushed in. His eyes widened at the sight of Hazel covered in blood. Panic gripped him.
“Hazel, don’t be scared,” he said, reaching for her. “Milena didn’t mean to hurt you.”
But before he could touch her, Hazel pulled the knife from her shoulder and without hesitation, plunged it into his chest. The horror froze Vincent in place.
Milena shrieked at the same time, furious.
“How dare you try to hurt Vincent?! I’ll kill you!” she shouted, lunging at her.
But Vincent stopped her.
He scooped the collapsing Hazel into his arms and strode out the door.
“Doctor! I need doctor! Somebody save her!” he shouted.
Feeling her warm, sticky blood coating his hands, Vincent’s heart was in turmoil.
When Hazel opened her eyes, Vincent was sitting beside her. He was injured, too, yet insisted on staying by her side. But Hazel felt nothing. She turned her head coldly, unmoved by his presence or his concern.
Vincent didn’t get angry; he leaned closer, trying to please her. “The doctor says your injuries aren’t serious. The grand cruise gala is in two days. I want to invite you for a dance.”
It was their old agreement. But before Hazel could answer, Milena walked in carrying a cake.
She pouted, “Vincent, didn’t you promise you’ll dance with me?”
The atmosphere in the ward instantly became awkward.
Hazel didn’t care. She ordered both of them out, cold and firm. Right now, all she wanted was a good sleep.
But Milena wouldn’t leave. She opened the elegant cake box and held it out to Hazel.
“Hazel,” she said sweetly, “I’m sorry for what I did. I made this cake myself to apologize. Try it.”
Hazel hesitated. But she was weak and starving, she needed food to regain her strength. She scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth.
Then her face twisted. A strange, metallic sweetness exploded on her tongue. She turned and spat it out.
When she looked back at the cake, she froze. Inside the cream was a layer of unmixed gray powder.
“Milena! What did you put in this?” she pressed.
For a moment, a flicker of satisfaction flashed in Milena’s eyes—but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by an innocent smile. “Oh, that one? It was in the tin on your desk. I thought it was flour. How is it? Do you like it?”
Hazel’s heart stopped. That tin… it held her father’s ashes.
Her hand trembled as fury surged through her veins. She swung, striking Milena hard across the face.
“Milena, you bitch! Why don’t you just die?!”
Vincent rushed to intervene. “Enough! Why do you always have to lose control?”
Hazel didn’t want to see either of them. She drove them both out and, staring at the cake, broke down completely. She had failed to protect even her father’s remains.
After a brief moment of grief, Hazel headed straight for her sister’s ward. Insisted she’d only stayed there. No matter how much Vincent tried to persuade her, she wouldn’t leave her sister’s side. Her sister was all she had left. Even if it meant dying, she would protect her.
Vincent sighed helplessly and left her, letting her calm down.
That evening, the power went out.
Every life-support system connected to Sadie stopped. Hazel panicked. She ran into the hallway, searching for help, but every corridor was empty. There wasn’t a single doctor in sight. She called Vincent—ninety-nine times—but got no answer.
She could only watch helplessly as Sadie grew cold in her arms. Using her last strength, Sadie squeezed Hazel’s hand.
“Don’t cry… Hazel…”
Then she closed her eyes forever.
Hazel held her sister’s lifeless body, crying until she nearly fainted.
The next morning, she carried her sister to the crematorium. This time, she had her sister’s ashes made into a necklace and wore it around her neck. No one would ever separate them again.
When Vincent arrived, he explained that he had been in meetings and had his phone off. He asked what had happened.
Hazel said nothing of the tragedy. Instead, she spoke calmly, “I’ve got my eye on a haute couture gown. It’s thirty million. I want you to buy it for me for tonight’s gala.”
Vincent didn’t even blink before agreeing.
That evening, Hazel showed up at the cruise gala wearing the stunning gown, her beauty stealing every spotlight. For the first time, she didn’t fade into the background—she owned the room. She danced the first dance with Vincent, earning cheers from everyone, outperforming Milena.
Enraged and jealous, Milena dragged Hazel to the back of the yacht. “So, you still haven’t given up on him? You think you can compete with me?”
Hazel’s eyes flicked briefly toward the hidden security camera behind them. She smiled faintly.
“Vincent’s my husband. Why should I give him up?”
Milena’s face twisted. “But he loves me! Who do you think you are?”.
“If you weren’t around,” Milena snapped, “Vincent would be mine.”
“You’re the one forcing me to do this!”
The next second, Milena shoved Hazel hard.
Hazel, who was leaning against the railing, fell backward, hitting the metal guard before plunging into the sea.
Milena regained his composure, reacting immediately and running back to the yacht, trying to cover up what she had done.
***
Meanwhile, David who was waiting nearby, grabbed Hazel as soon as she fell and hauled her onto the lifeboat.
They sped away in the opposite direction of the yacht, disappearing quickly into the night.
Watching the yacht vanish into the darkness, Hazel pulled out her phone SIM card and tossed it into the sea.
From that moment on, Hazel Wright ceased to exist.
As their boat sailed across the sea surrounded by mountains, she was finally, completely free…
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