My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 55

Chapter 8

The sunset was perfect in the distance.

I took Harley’s hand, locked the shop door, and had just started walking when a strained voice caught at my

back.

“We understand now.”

“From now on… we won’t bother you.”

I couldn’t tell who’d spoken, only that Victoria was crying, soft and low.

I paused. Didn’t turn. Kept walking toward the light.

Harley squeezed my hand tighter. “I’m different, Hazel. I’ll love you forever and ever!”

“You’re the best person in the whole world!”

“Can we have pot roast tonight?”

I smiled and nodded. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

The three of them stood silent behind us. Not another sound.

Sure enough, they kept their word. Days passed, then weeks, and they didn’t return.

Life settled back into calm.

Until one afternoon, the glass door was shoved open so hard it rattled.

Violet stood there, one hand cradling her gently rounded belly, flanked by a group of aides.

But she wasn’t the picture of serene motherhood I’d expected. Her eyes were raw with venom.

“Why are you still here, Hazel?”

“You should have died on that street ten years ago, when they hated you most!”

“Instead of being like this-like a lingering ghost!”

I looked up, really looked at her. Beneath the couture, she was gaunt. Dark circles bruised her eyes. The luster of being cherished had drained away.

Too lazy to engage, I went back to wiping the counter. “If you’re not buying anything, please leave.”

My calm enraged her. “You opened this shop just to make them feel guilty, didn’t you? Stop playing the saint!”

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“Gabriel is my husband now! I’m carrying his child! Why do you have to wedge yourself in?”

“Preston and Mom were always my family. Wasn’t twenty years of usurping my life enough?”

She was hysterical, somehow making herself the victim.

I went silent for a moment. Then I walked around the counter, stopped in front of her.

I raised my hand and slapped her.

While she was still in shock, I backhanded her the other way.

“So you think that back then… I owed you?”

Violet clutched her face, shrieking. “You bitch-how dare you hit me?!”

“Hold her down!”

The men in black suits started forward.

But I wasn’t the Vances’ helpless foster daughter anymore.

I snatched the metal mop handle by the door and smashed it into the back of the lead man’s knee.

Harley thundered out of the back, swinging a rolling pin to smash them.

In the chaos, a female aide’s voice trembled. “Mrs. Sterling, should we call Colonel Sterling and Senator

Vance…”

Violet’s face went paper white. “Shut your mouth! If anyone breathes a word-”

The door was thrown open.

Gabriel stood in the doorway, his voice cold and heavy.

“Violet. What are you doing?”

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