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“You’re wrong, Hazel. You’re the interloper,” Ivy’s voice turned venomous. “You always have
been.”
My grip tightened on the phone. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you really think Alistair ever loved you?” She laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “The unloved one is always the interloper. That’s you, not me.”
I struggled to keep my breathing even. “Put Alistair on the phone. Now.”
“No. I don’t think I will.” Her voice dripped with malice. “You know what your problem is, Hazel? You never understood your place. You were always trying to steal what belonged to me.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” I couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that escaped my lips. “You took my wedding dress, my fiancé-”
“They were never yours to begin with!” Ivy’s voice rose. “Alistair was always meant to be with me. You were just keeping him warm until I needed him.”
anger. “Is that what you
My hand trembled with tell yourself at night? That you didn’t destroy my life just because you could?”
“You destroyed your own mother’s life by being born,” she spat. “You’re the family homewrecker. Like mother, like daughter.”
The accusation hit like a physical blow. “How dare you-
“Everyone knows it. Dad only married your mom out of pity. He always loved my mother first. You and your pathetic mother were just temporary distractions.”
I could feel tears burning behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You’re delusional.”
“Am I? Then why did Dad choose us? Why does Alistair choose me every day? Face it, Hazel. You’re second–best. Always have been, always will be.”
I wanted to scream, to throw the phone across the room, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Put. Alistair. On. The. Phone.”
I heard shuffling, then Ivy’s muffled voice saying something 1dn’t make out. A moment later,
Alistair’s voice came through the line.
“Hazel?” His tone was soft, almost tender, as if we were still together. As if he hadn’t shattered my heart.
“Don’t ‘Hazel‘ me, I snapped. “I’m calling about our appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. Will you be there, or are you planning to stand me up again?”
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He sighed heavily. “I’ve been meaning to call you about that. I don’t think I can make it tomorrow. The company is in crisis mode with the summer collection launch, and-”
“Spare me your excuses, I cut him off. “This is the third time you’ve canceled. Do you actually want this divorce, or are you just stringing me along?”
“Of course I want to resolve things properly,” he said, his voice taking on that patronizing tone I’d grown to hate. “But surely you understand how busy I am right now.”
“What I understand is that you’re a coward.” My voice was ice cold. “What’s the real reason, Alistair? Afraid Ivy will find out you’re still legally married to me?”
“Lower your voice,” he hissed. “She’s fragile right now. The doctors have adjusted her medication and-”
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“I don’t care.” The words came out harsher than I intended. “I don’t care about her health
updates or your excuses. Either show up tomorrow, or I’m taking legal action.”
“Don’t be dramatic, Hazel.” His tone softened again, attempting charm. “Listen, sweetheart, I know this is hard for you-”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” My voice shook with barely contained rage. “You lost that right when you gave my wedding dress to my stepsister.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. “Just be patient a little longer. I need to focus on Ivy right
now.”
“You’ve made your priorities clear.” I took a deep breath. “Tomorrow. Nine AM. Be there!”
I ended the call before he could respond, dropping my phone onto the couch as if it had burned me. The conversation replayed in my mind, each word from Ivy and Alistair like poison seeping
into my veins.
Was I really the interloper? The unwanted one?
No. I shook my head firmly. I wouldn’t let them twist reality.
I tried to distract myself with work, but my thoughts kept returning to tomorrow’s appointment. Would Alistair show up? Or was he playing me for a fool again?
The next morning, I arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau fifteen minutes early. I chose a seat facing the entrance so I could watch for Alistair. Each time the door opened, my heart jumped, only to sink when a stranger walked through.
Nine o’clock came and went. Then nine–fifteen. By nine–thirty, my hands were clenched so tightly my nails left crescent marks in my palms.
At nine forty–five, I accepted the truth. He wasn’t coming.
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Humiliation burned through me as I gathered my documents and walked past the curious eyes of the staff. Outside, I leaned against a concrete pillar and pulled out my phone. My thumb hovered over Alistair’s contact information before sliding to another name.
“Mom?” My voice sounded small even to my own ears.
“Hazel?” My mother’s surprised tone made my heart twist. When was the last time I’d called her ‘Mom‘ instead of Tanya? “What is it? I’m busy.”
I swallowed hard. “I needed someone to talk to. Alistair stood me up for our divorce appointment. Again.”
The silence that followed made me regret my moment of weakness.
“And what do you expect me to do about that?” she finally asked.
“Nothing, I just thought…” My voice trailed off. What had I thought? That she would comfort me? That she would take my side for once?
“You thought what? That I’d hold your hand while you complain about the mess you’ve made?” Her voice hardened. “Alistair is Ivy’s husband now. Stop harassing them.”
“He’s not legally her husband,” I said quietly. “He’s still married to me.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” My mother’s voice rose sharply. “This obsession with legalities is pathetic! They’re together. She’s dying. What more do you want?”
“I want my divorce,” I said, struggling to stay calm. “I want to move on with my life.”
“Then do it! Stop dragging Ivy into your drama. She called me in tears this morning after your phone call.”
I closed my eyes. “Of course she did.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means she’s manipulating you, just like she always has.”
My mother’s voice turned ice cold. “Listen to me carefully, Hazel. If you upset your sister again, I will come to your apartment myself and teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
The threat hung in the air between us, taking my breath away. “Are you threatening me?”
“I’m warning you. Leave Ivy and Alistair alone. She doesn’t have much time left, and you’re making it miserable because of your jealousy”
“Jealousy?” I repeated, disbelieving. “They stole my wedding! My dress! My—”
“Enough!” she shouted, her voice so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “You selfish, ungrateful brat! After everything your father and I have done for you!”
Tears sprang to my eyes as the familiar pain of her rejection washed over me. “What have you
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ever done for me except make me feel unwanted in my own home?”
“How dare you!” Her voice trembled with rage. “If your sister dies because of your harassment, I’ll never forgive you. Do you understand me? Never!”
The line went dead. I stared at my phone, watching as a single tear splashed onto the screen.
Standing alone outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, I finally accepted the truth that had been staring me in the face for years: I had no one. No husband who respected me. No family who loved me. No mother who would comfort me when I was hurting.
I was utterly, completely alone.
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