40 Dont cry .
Your sister has always been understanding .
She wont blame you , Ambrose reassured Scarlett .
The others quickly gathered around Scarlett , their voices a chorus of comforting words as they pointed to the photos in the camera , attempting to lighten her mood with half hearted praise .
Meanwhile , Hazel struggled to push herself off the floor , her head throbbing with pain .
A warm trickle slid down her face , and when she wiped it with a tissue , the smear of crimson on her fingers left her momentarily stunned .
She couldnt tell if it was tears or blood .
But no one noticed .
Their attention remained fixed on Scarlett as if she were the only one who mattered .
Their laughter and soft reassurances filled the room , drowning out the silent cry of Hazels pain .
It wasnt until the bleeding on Hazels forehead had stopped that Ambrose finally approached her , the camera dangling loosely in his hands .
The photo didnt catch your face clearly , and Scarletts pose couldve been better , he said casually .
Then , as if noticing her for the first time , his brows furrowed .
Wait … Hazel , what happened to your face ? Her chest tightened at his words .
Her face had been bleeding , yet their sole concern had been Scarletts pose in the photo .
The realization struck her like a sharp blade carving out the faint hona chald hold onto Running Away from Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Hazel waved off the concern with a faint smile .
Its nothing .
Dont bother retaking it .
Its late ; Ill head back now .
What did it matter ? The idea of a family photo had been erased from her heart long ago .
Unwilling to prolong the show , she turned and left quietly , her figure retreating into the evening .
The path to Belmont Villa felt longer than usual , each step heavy with unspoken resignation .
The once vibrant wedding room , filled with traces of celebration , had been stripped of its warmth over the past few days .
Hazel had meticulously worked to transform it into something cold and impersonal , a space that could have belonged to anyone .
She tossed the wedding dress near the door with little regard , its fabric pooling in a heap Dragging out her suitcase , she began packing , her hands moving with mechanical precision .
Everywhere she looked , remnants of her time with Ambrose lingered .
They had known each other for so long that nearly every item held a fragment of their shared memories .
But memories were a double edged sword .
Apart from the essentials , she decided to leave everything else .
behind .
She wanted a clean break , a fresh start By the time the first rays of dawn brushed the horizon , a knock echoed through the quiet villa .
The makeup artist had arrived .
Since she was about to leave , Hazel decided to dress elegantly , ready to greet the dawn of her new life .
As she settled in front of the vanity mirror , a knock at the door shattered the quiet .
Ambrose rushed in , his expression tinged with urgency .

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The makeup artist for Scarlett canceled at the last minute .
Shes been crying nonstop .
Could your makeup artist help her first ? A request as absurd as sending the brides makeup artist to the bridesmaid was almost laughable .
The makeup artist hesitated , caught in the awkwardness of the moment .
But Hazel remained composed , her voice calm .
Go ahead .
Im not in a hurry .
Her quick agreement startled Ambrose .
On a day like this , shouldnt she have protested ? Shouldnt she have shed tears or demanded attention , just like Scarlett would have ? Instead , Hazels indifference stung more than anger .
It was as though the wedding and Ambrose had ceased to matter to her altogether .
The unsettling thought gnawed at him .
What if she left today and he never saw her again ? The idea , fleeting as it was , unsettled him deeply .
But his father in laws insistent voice broke his train of thought , pulling him back to the present .
Hazel , Ill be back soon .
I promise this is the last time .
The last time ? Hazels 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 , Arse 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 12:24 PM burning faray from Marriage , Leaving Deception Belind 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 .
On it , her handwriting glowed with bittersweet irony .
To wear the most beautiful wedding dress and marry the man I love most , Ambrose .
She let the paper drift to the floor , her lips curving into a faint , bitter smile .
The wedding dress now lay in tatters , beyond recognition , just like the man Hazel once thought shed love forever .
With a surge of anger , she crumpled the torn page into a tight ball and hurled it across the room .
It sailed through the air like a final severance , cutting away the remnants of her past and paving the way for an uncharted future .
The eastern horizon began to glow faintly , the first light of dawn creeping into the room .
Hazel wiped the last of her tears , her fingers trembling momentarily before steadying herself .
She pulled back the heavy curtains , letting the warm , golden sunlight flood the space .
It illuminated the chaos shed left behind , a scene she no longer cared to remember The past , like yesterdays death , no longer had a claim on her .
Sliding on her sunglasses with newfound resolve, she stepped out into the morning chill , hailed a cab , and set off to meet the media mogul her friend had introduced .
The moment they met , she wasted no time with pleasantries .
I have an exclusive story guaranteed to go viral .
How much are you willing to pay ? The mans brow arched as he studied her .
Slowly , he raised his hand , spreading out five fingers .
If this has anything to do with Ambrose , Im willing to pay this .
Ill pay five million , but on one condition : the story must go live across the entire internet the moment the wedding begins .
Deal .
Hazel placed the bank card Ambrose had once given her on the table beside the USB drive , which now felt heavier than its size suggested .
No hesitation , no farewell , just a quiet severance from the man she once thought shed love forever .
Boarding the plane with nothing but her resolve , she left everything else behind .