“You’re really risking it, dude. You hurt your wife this much for a woman who came out of nowhere. Careful, you don’t burn yourself alive.”
“I hurt Caroline too many times for Hazel’s sake. This is what Hazel owes her,” he coldly replied.
Outside the door, Hazel trembled uncontrollably, her breath caught in her throat.
She couldn’t believe it. The man who once swore he loved her more than life itself had been lying to her all along just to avenge another woman.
They’d been childhood sweethearts and grew up together.
When Dominic was five, he lost his parents in a car crash right before his eyes. The trauma left him with severe psychological scars that he would often hurt himself and refuse to let anyone near.
The only one who could calm him down was Hazel.
She didn’t care about the danger. She stayed by his side, took care of him, brought him to therapy, and tried every possible way to make him smile again.
Countless nights, when his illness acted up, he’d clutch her tightly and whisper in a broken voice, “Hazel, you’re all I have left. Don’t leave me. I swear to God, I’ll only ever love you in this life. If I break that promise, may lightning strike me dead.”