My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 50

Chapter 3

I froze, certain I was trapped in some grotesque nightmare. The pain tearing through my chest was too real.

I lunged, tore them apart, gardenia blossoms raining down, and slapped Gabriel across the face with

everything I had.

He didn’t flinch.

But when I turned on Violet, he seized my wrist and shoved me back. I stumbled, hit the grass, palms splitting open on sharp gravel. He shielded her, voice like iron.

“Violet’s your sister. How dare you touch her?”

“Look at yourself, Hazel. You’re acting like a lunatic.”

Violet wept against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Hazel…but Gabriel and I are in love. If we hadn’t been switched, I would’ve met him first.”

Her lips were still swollen from his kiss.

“I can apologize for everything else. But I can’t give Gabriel back.”

The thread of my sanity snapped. I hurled a planter, screaming every vile curse I knew.

Gabriel just laughed, a cold sound.

“You’re insane.”

Victoria and Preston arrived then, taking in my bedraggled state with identical frowns.

“Hazel, stop this.”

“Violet’s your sister. Must you make such a scene?”

They stood together-same cold eyes, same disgust. I faced them alone, filthy and hysterical, the madwoman in their perfect picture.

In that moment, something clicked into place. A terrible clarity.

But I wasn’t done.

I went to The Base. Screamed beneath Gabriel’s window until my voice broke.

He pushed it open, expressionless. “Harass Violet again, and I’ll file a restraining order.”

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The injustice twisted around my heart like poison ivy.

I went to the press. Military reporters. I told them everything-Gabriel’s betrayal, and how Violet was a knowing mistress.

I staged a protest at the gates, desperate to destroy them, to make the world see the monster I’d bankrolled and built from nothing.

But in the end, the Vance security detail dragged me back.

I smashed everything I could reach, pressed glass to my own throat, but it only earned me a slap from

Preston.

“Enough, Hazel.”

“You stole Violet’s life for twenty years. You owe her this.”

They locked me in The Estate’s wine cellar. Once a day, a box of rancid leftovers appeared beneath the door.

Darkness and silence sanded down every sharp edge until I was smooth, blank, gone.

Then one day, the door opened. Gabriel stood silhouetted against the light.

“The clearance came through.”

“Hazel. I’m marrying you.”

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