"There’s no need to waste your tears on someone like him," another chimed in. "Ambrose doesn’t deserve your love. Once he sees the truth about Scarlett, he’ll regret this for the rest of his life."
Hazel offered a faint smile, her eyes drifting to the lively streets outside the window.
"It’s fine. I don’t care anymore." Her voice was quieter, almost resigned. "But I do need a favor…"
In just a few days, she would leave this place, cutting ties with the past. She no longer had the luxury of drowning in heartbreak over Ambrose.
When Ambrose finally returned after days of silence, Hazel couldn’t muster a reaction. She remained distant, her indifference cutting through the tension.
Ambrose, for his part, was lost in his world. Even when he finally stepped inside, his eyes never left his phone, his fingers moving rapidly across the screen, oblivious to everything around him.
Hazel sat quietly beside him, her laptop open as she transferred the surveillance footage onto a USB drive. She had a surprise in mind that would leave a mark before she walked away.
Halfway through the transfer, Ambrose suddenly looked up, his gaze scanning the house. "Why does it feel so empty in here all of a sudden? Didn’t you decorate?"
"You told me to keep things simple."
Hazel wasn’t concerned. She knew Ambrose's eyes had long stopped seeing anything that didn’t involve Scarlett.
However, Ambrose’s gaze lingered on the countdown calendar in the living room this time. He let out a soft laugh. "Time flies, huh? Only seven days left until our wedding."
Hazel stood up and walked over to the calendar. With a quick motion, she tore off two pages.
"Our wedding is in five days."
The two pages she tore off had wishes written: “Ride a Ferris wheel together” and “Watch the stars together.” These were things Ambrose had already done with Scarlett.
A strange pang tugged at Ambrose’s heart, like a fleeting shadow of something important he’d missed. He opened his mouth to say more, but Hazel’s phone buzzed, cutting through the moment.
Noticing her mother’s name on the screen, Hazel excused herself and stepped onto the balcony to answer.
When she returned, Ambrose was already lost in his world, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, undoubtedly chatting with Scarlett.
“Who called? I thought I heard something about a visa,” he asked casually, barely looking up.