No Second Chances ; her sweet counterattack

It was 10 p.m. when Felix stumbled into the sitting room, his arm wrapped possessively around a brunette’s waist. “Felix,” Hazel whispered, rising to her feet, trembling. Her eyes locked on the woman beside him, and her stomach twisted. Lisa Landon. Her husband’s first love. Felix looked at Hazel with an empty, cold stare. His jaw clenched as he drew Lisa even closer. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” His voice was sharp, devoid of warmth. Two days ago, he had left for a business trip, ignoring her calls and messages. She clenched her fingers until her nails bit into her palms. She had seen this coming. Her heart ached—not from the scene before her, but from the bitter knowledge that this was exactly how it would unfold. She had stood by him when Lisa left him overseas for another man. She had tried to prove her love could win, even when his heart belonged elsewhere. She had believed he would change. But once again, he had proven her wrong. Just as he had six months ago. Six months since Lisa returned. Six months of business trips, endless excuses, and Hazel pretending everything was fine, playing the perfect wife. And now, she was being slapped so hard by reality that she forgot how to breathe. “What is she doing here?” Her teeth clenched as she trembled, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Lisa. Lisa shrank under the gaze, gripping Felix’s shirt. “I… I told you this was a bad idea,” she stammered. “I don’t want you getting into a fight with your wife.” ‘Wife. Did he even see her as one?’ “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not going anywhere,” Felix said coldly, turning to Hazel with unmistakable disdain. “Listen, Hazel. Don’t make this complicated. Lisa is here to stay. Make sure she feels welcome.” His words were casual, almost commanding. “Here to stay?” Hazel whispered, her voice cracking. “And what… what is she to you?” “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told,” Felix snapped. “Felix, I am your wife!” she yelled, hysteria breaking through. Tears streamed down her face. “I deserve to know what’s going on!” A cruel sneer tugged at his lips. “Since you insist…” His words dripped with contempt. “Lisa and I will be in the master bedroom tonight. Don’t make a scene. Move to the guest room.” The words hollowed her out. She tasted blood before she realized she had bitten her lip too hard. “No… this has to be some cruel joke,” she whispered through trembling lips. “Felix… don’t fight for my sake,” Lisa said softly, feeling suddenly guilty. “I’ll… I’ll just sleep in the guest room.” She cast a fleeting, taunting glance at Hazel before fleeing upstairs. “Lisa!” Felix called in a panic, wanting to follow her. “Let’s get a divorce,” Hazel said suddenly, her voice steady despite the tears. Felix turned sharply, locking eyes with hers. He saw something he had never seen before: disgust. Hurt. Something that twisted his chest. A low, dangerous chuckle left his lips as he stepped closer. “You think you’re too good for me?” “Hazel, you’re nothing without me,” he said, venom dripping from every word. PAK— A loud slap echoed through the mansion. Felix’s head jerked sharply to the side. The sting burned his cheek, and for a fleeting second, his eyes widened in shock. Hazel’s hand trembled, still suspended in the air. Her heart raced, her chest tight, as she stared at the red imprint of her five fingers on his face. Felix turned to her coldly, raising his hand sharply. “HAZEL—” “Felix,” she cut him off, her tone icy, voice trembling with controlled fury. “I’m going to make you regret everything you’ve done to me. And if you even think about touching me, it will be hell for you.” Her words, and the icy tone behind them, froze him in place. He didn’t dare lower his hands. Hazel’s chest heaved. Every memory of betrayal, every lonely night, every sacrifice she had made flashed before her eyes. He had thought he could control her, break her. But not tonight. With a grunt, Felix let his hands drop. His jaw clenched as he stared at her, a mix of irritation and disbelief crossing his face. “Listen, Hazel,” he said, teeth gritted, “I’m letting this slide, not because I tolerate you, but because I have someone waiting upstairs. If you know what’s good for you, stay calm. And think about how to make Lisa comfortable. Do you hear me?” Hazel laughed, bitter and sharp, the sound cutting through the tension. “You can keep this godforsaken house and the guest room. I’ll be sending you the divorce papers!” Felix’s nostrils flared in disdain. “You’re still obsessed with that divorce—” Hazel wiped her face with the back of her hand, spat on his polished shoes, and turned toward the door. He froze, staring at her back, fury exploding inside him. “Don’t forget where you came from, Hazel,” he said quietly. “Without me, you would still be nothing.” He stared at her back as she halted briefly. “Don’t make me change my mind. If you step out that door, this relationship is over!” She paused, shoulders squared, back still facing him. “Mr. Felix, you don’t get it, do you?” she said mockingly. “The moment you cheated on me with that trash upstairs, our relationship ended. I’m just making it official. Wait for the divorce papers.” And with that, she continued walking toward the door. “Hazel! Hazel!” Felix’s voice cracked with frustration and disbelief, but she didn’t look back —- It was late when she finally left, but she quickly found a taxi. In the back seat, she let her tears fall freely, mourning the years she had sacrificed. She had abandoned her home, her family, even her inheritance as Heiress of the Smith Group, pretending to be a homeless orphan, for a man who didn’t know her worth. For two years, she had paused her life and career, building a home for Felix. “Miss, where to?” the taxi driver asked. “This is private property of the Smith Group.” Hazel’s gaze drifted toward the luxurious gates and mansion in the distance—tall, elegant, familiar. She sniffled, stepped out, and paid the driver. Staring at the gates of the Smith mansion, a wave of resolve washed over her. This was her home. Her life. Her identity. She had been foolish, but now, stepping forward to reclaim what was rightfully hers, she swore in her heart: those who wronged her would bow. A cold glint flashed in her eyes. Without a word, she lifted her leg and walked toward the gates.