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 man’s brow arched as he studied her. Slowly, he raised his hand, spreading out five fingers.
“If this has anything to do with Ambrose, I’m willing to pay this.”
“I’ll 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 she’d love forever.
Boarding the plane with nothing but her resolve, she left everything else behind.
