73 He felt as though Hazel was still right there beside him , her gentle , crescent shaped eyes watching him with a tenderness that seemed to echo in the stillness .
But then , the harsh ring of his phone shattered the moment like glass His eyes darkened as he saw the caller ID Scarlett He hesitated for only a moment before answering Ambrose , sis , sis wont be in trouble , will she ? Its all my fault ..
If this had been before , Scarletts tears would have made Ambroses heartache .
He would have rushed to comfort her without a second thought .
But now , all he felt was a rush of irritation , the sound of her crying like nails on a chalkboard An idea began to form in his mind , sharp and sudden .
He had to find Hazel .
No matter the cost , he couldnt let her slip away .
Ambrose ended the call with Scarlett and set off , desperately combing through the house , searching for any sign of Hazel .
But she had vanished , leaving nothing behind but empty space .
The teddy bear she once hugged to sleep , the diamond bracelet she cherished like a secret , the couple rings they had worn with pride , everything that had once held meaning , all of it lay discarded .
Even the letters , childish but filled with the warmth of their youth , had been tossed aside .
It wasnt just the things that were gone ; it was the memories , too , swept away by Hazel If anyone else had done this , it would have been a spiteful act , a way to get attention .
But Hazel wasnt like that .
As childhood sweethearts , Ambrose knew her too well to mistake this for anything but her silent rebellion .
This was her heart turning to ashes , the only way she could say goodbye without a single word .
With numb hands , he began cleaning the room , not knowing why .
He foolishly believed that if he restored everything and made it right again , maybe , just maybe , the owner of this room would return .
It wasnt until the wedding ring rolled under the bed that Ambroses world finally shattered .
At that moment , he understood with painful clarity .
Hazel was gone .
The girl who had once been his everything , the one who had only eyes for him , was lost to him forever .
G Meanwhile , Hazel , who had battled sleepless nights for what felt like an eternity , finally drifted into a peaceful sleep on the plane .
But even in her dreams , Ambrose haunted her .
When they were seven , they used to play house , laughing as they crafted their little world .
Ambrose had told her he would be the groom and she , the most beautiful bride .
When they were eighteen , they had finally made it official , sealing their bond with the promise of forever .
Running Away from Mamage , Leaving Deception Befind Ambrose held Hazels hand with a promise that echoed through the years , his voice firm with sincerity .
Hazel , I swear , I will give you the grandest wedding , the most beautiful day of your life .
Ill make you the happiest woman alive ! It was this very promise that kept Hazel clinging to hope , her heart full of anticipation for a future that once seemed so certain .
She couldnt bear to entrust the wedding to anyone else , determined to make it perfect , just as they had dreamed when they were eighteen .
But time had a cruel way of fading youthful promises , and the love they shared had slowly turned to regret .
She and Ambrose , despite it all , had never reached the perfect ending they had once envisioned .
When Hazel finally woke , the sharp pain in her head had dulled , but her mind was heavy with unanswered questions .

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She stared out the window at the endless stretch of clouds , and a thought pierced through the fog in her mind .
When had it all changed between her and Ambrose ? Had it been before Scarlett had appeared or after ? The answer escaped her , and she didnt dare to dwell on it .
Ambrose had once filled her entire world , her past , her every waking thought .
How could it have all slipped away so quietly ? No matter how much Hazel tried to convince herself , giving up on someone like him felt like her very soul was being torn apart , each thread of it ripped from her with brutal force .
Even after stepping off the plane , the weight of her decision crushed her , and she couldnt bring herself to open her phone .
She stood there , lost in the unfamiliar streets , her heart heavy with doubt , when suddenly , through the bustling .
crowd , a voice called out Hazel ! There , amidst a sea of blonde hair and blue eyes , stood her mother , waving enthusiastically , a beacon of familiarity in the foreign land .