THE HEIRESS' REVENGE

TWO

It's been two months since Hazel and her parents disagreed, and her father almost shot her. Mr. Freeman was eventually released on bail, owing to his influence. For a while, he regretted his actions and also made trips to a therapist. Mr. and Mrs. Freeman were heartbroken for a while after their daughter left their lives, but they gradually accepted defeat and realized they couldn't change their daughter's mind. Shortly after, Hazel got married to the love of her life without her parents' consent and knowledge. They were non-existent to her. Hazel and Liam's wedding was a grand affair, with people of high caliber in society in attendance. The first three years of marriage were blissful, with Liam showering Hazel with love and attention. But soon, his true colors began to show. As the months went by, Hazel's life became a living hell. Liam's physical and emotional abuse and financial control left her feeling isolated and broken. She was a shadow of her former self, walking on eggshells, never knowing when her husband's wrath would strike next.

"You're so lucky to have me, Hazel," Liam sneered one evening, his eyes gleaming with malice. "No one else would ever want you."

Hazel felt a shiver run down her spine. "What do you mean, Liam? I thought we were happy."

"Happy?" Liam laughed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're just a trophy wife, Hazel. A means to an end. And that end is my family's power and wealth."

Hazel's heart sank. She had never imagined that her husband, the man she loved, could be so cruel. Liam shrugged, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You're just a possession, Hazel. A possession I can use and discard at will."

Hazel realized she had to escape, but the question was, how? She was trapped in a prison of her own making, with no visible escape route. Liam laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're just a weak, pathetic woman, Hazel. You're not that important."

But Hazel was not weak. She was a woman who cared more about her husband's happiness than hers. She walked towards her husband, who was standing across the dining table, as she attempted to hold him by his arms. "Get your filthy hands off me! Do not touch me ever again!" Liam yelled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Hazel immediately left his side and just stood across the dining table, staring at her husband in disbelief. "Get out! I don't want you anywhere near me right now." Liam yelled as he picked up the wine glass and flung it at Hazel, who was standing near the wall across the dining table. She was hit by the glass and began to bleed on her forehead, where a broken piece of the wine glass was embedded in her flesh.

Hazel screamed, "Ouch!" as she pressed her hand against her bleeding flesh. She felt her palm and discovered she was bleeding. She was so afraid that she couldn't move because her legs were wobbling, and she was sweating profusely. Furthermore, she gazed directly into her husband's eyes and realized that the man standing across the dining table was not the one she had fallen in love with. That was not the lovely, loving Liam she knew.

"Liam, I apologize! I didn't intend to upset you," Hazel sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she managed to get on her knees. Liam was so enraged that he wasn't concerned about his bleeding wife. He looked at her with contempt, marched into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and threatened to stab her with it. "You see this right here!?" Liam pointed the knife at his wife and yelled, "One more word from you, and your head will not bleed, but your heart will! Do not try my patience."

Hazel was so terrified that she collapsed on her knees and sobbed hysterically, her heart shattered into pieces because the man she loved and fought her parents for was an entirely different person. She pondered how he could have changed in the three years since their marriage. But she didn't care about her sentiments because she prioritized her husband's feelings over her own. His happiness came first, and she felt compelled to do everything she could to make her husband happy and ensure that their marriage worked well.

"Why are you doing this to me, Liam? I have fulfilled all of your expectations. I had to leave my work because you asked me to. Not only that, but I became a housewife for you, baby! Furthermore, I adore you and would never hurt you. I swear it!" Hazel spoke softly as droplets of sweat appeared on her oily skin. She looked really pale and had lost a lot of weight over the years. Her once-beautiful brunette wavy hair grew thick and scattered. She appeared quite untidy.

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That same day, she had to accompany her husband to acquire some new clothes for himself because he required someone to serve as his maid, even though there were plenty of maids in the house he could have taken along with him. She was treated as a beggar and stopped as she was about to enter the mall with her husband to buy new clothes for her wealthy husband, Liam, because of her appearance. Even the maids at the estate looked better than she did.

Liam threw the knife at her, but he missed. He got even angrier than before, and his desire to harm Hazel intensified. "You - you!" He stuttered. "You dirty w***e! That reminds me! I spotted you gazing at that man in the mall today! You smiled at him! You've been cheating on me." Liam yelled out loud, without holding back. He was not anxious or concerned about his wife's feelings. He just spoke when he wanted to and disrespected her however he saw fit.

Hazel couldn't believe her ears and could only say, "Huh?" with a perplexed expression on her face.

"Liam! Son! Where are you?!" A voice called, interrupting the struggle.

"Mother?" Liam muttered. "Oh, my baby."

Clair Voldemort, Liam's mother, approached her son and held him passionately, ignoring her bleeding daughter-in-law, who was on her knees and her face looking puffy.

"I missed you, mother. What are you doing here?" Liam questioned as he remained wrapped in his mother's arms.

Clair pulled him from her grip and kissed him on the cheek before saying, "You're funny, kid. I came to see you since I had missed you so much. It had been three months since I last saw you."

"That's very thoughtful of you, mother. Where's Father? He didn't come with you?" Liam questioned.

Clair surveyed the dining area, noting the scattered dining chairs and broken glass shards on the floor. "Was your house burgled by thieves?" She questioned as she made eye contact with her daughter-in-law, giving her a severe and unpleasant expression.

Liam chuckled. He looked at his wife, then back at his mother. "It's nothing, mother. I was simply teaching her a lesson. Do you know how she is?"

"Hm... of course, I do. I still wonder to this day why you opted to marry such a nasty pauper when you could have gone for a better offer instead." Clair talked without hesitation or concern.

Liam approached Hazel, bent on one knee, and murmured softly into her ears, "I will deal with you later. Go upstairs, change, and then cook us dinner. Don't call the maids for help; do it yourself. Am I clear?"

He backed away from her and rose to his feet. Hazel was bewildered and wobbly, but she managed to respond to him by saying, "Yes, I understand," before getting up on her feet and walking straight to the staircase, nearly falling.

Clair intervened when a maid hurried to help Hazel avoid a fall. "Hey! Stop! What are you aiming to accomplish? Help the pauper? You're fired!" Clair responded forcefully and gave the maid a very stern look.

The maid was taken aback by what she had just heard and was concerned about losing her job. She dropped to her knees, asking Liam to take pity on her because being a maid was the only way she could pay her bills. Hazel, who was still at the staircase, got down on her knees and begged Liam to forgive the woman.

"Please, I understand she has committed an offense, but I don't want to be the reason she would lose her means of livelihood." Liam looked at his mother and scoffed. He looked down at the maid and back at his wife before speaking.

"Okay, whatever. She can stay."

"Thank you so much, sir! Thank you!" The maid exclaimed happily as she jumped to her feet and hurried into the kitchen.

"Thank you," Hazel replied quietly, before heading upstairs to her bedroom.

"Dirty objects always stand up for each other. How pathetic!" Clair exclaimed, expressing her displeasure.

"Come on, mother, let's go to the living room," Liam said, making a hand gesture towards the direction of the living room.

As they took a step closer to the living room, they heard a rumble. Everyone immediately rushed to the scene. Liam took two steps forward, and what he saw stunned him. Hazel was unconscious on the floor.

Hazel had staggered down the stairs till she was discovered in the same condition Liam had encountered her in.

Is she dead? Is she alive? Nobody knew because everyone froze on the spot, as if time had stopped.