No Second Chances: her sweet counterattack

It was already ten o'clock at night when Felix stumbled into the sitting room, his arm wrapped around a brunette's waist.

Hazel recognized the girl. Her name was Lisa, the girl her husband was deeply in love with, even after they got married. “Felix," she called.

Felix looked up at Hazel, his eyes suddenly lacking warmth. His jaw clenched, and he pulled Lisa even closer.

“Don't you have something to do?" he asked. Of course, that is what she was to him: a maid. One that cleans the house and cooks the food while he spends a all day in the company, trying to get back with his first love. He never cared about what she went through at the hands of his mom and sister.

In their eyes, Hazel was nothing but a gold digger, one who came into his life for the money. But they forgot that Felix had nothing when she agreed to marry him.

“What is she doing here?" Snapping herself out of her string of thoughts, Hazel's eyes traveled up to Lisa's face. The lady who had left him when he needed her the most.

All of a sudden, Lisa flinched like she had been struck. She held onto Felix's shirt like it was some life support.

“I told you this is a bad idea. I don't want you getting into a fight with your wife.” Her eyes turned glassy, and tears ran down her cheeks.

“Don't say nonsense. You're not going anywhere." Felix had spent a lot of time trying to get back with Lisa. He couldn't let Hazel ruin it. He turned her, his voice cold and commanding.

“Lisa is here to stay. If you're not okay with it, then you're more than welcome to leave.” He knew Hazel was nothing but a poor orphan trying to get into the laps of rich men for money. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have let her into his life.

He pulled Lisa even closer; her warm skin did magic to his head. He couldn't wait to have her again. With one more disgusting look, he spat at Hazel.

“Sleep in the guest room; Lisa and I will use the master's bedroom.”

Hazel felt her chest tighten, like a heavy weight was pressed against it.

"I am your wife. If anyone is using the guest room, then it should be her!" She struggled to say those words. She could endure every punishment and maltreatment, but not this.

Felix stopped mid-walk, eyes blazing.

“Just because we got married doesn't give you the right here. You stay in the guest room, or leave!” Bringing Hazel into his family was enough favor, and now she's trying to tell him what to do?

“Felix, don't fight for my sake. I'll sleep in the guest room," Lisa whispered, loud enough for Hazel to hear. Hazel couldn't help but applaud her acting skills. She's such a good actress, she thought to herself. After saying that, Lisa went up the stairs, leaving a fuming Felix and Hazel.

“What do you think you're doing?" He asked, taking slow steps towards her. Hazel didn't bother to grace him with a response; instead, she wrapped her hands around his neck, staring into his green eyes.

It's true when they say people change. When Lisa had left Felix, Hazel came into his life. She had always loved him, so she was determined to be his comfort. At that point in his life, he didn't seem to be offended. But when the company began to pick up, even a rag held much more value than Hazel had before him.

Hazel's eyes locked onto Felix's, her heart hammering in her chest. "I won't sit and watch you break our wedding vows," she said, her voice firm.

Felix sneered. "You think you're too good for me, don't you, Hazel? You think you can tell me what to do?"

Hazel shook her head, her eyes stinging with tears.

"Let's end this, Felix, let's get a divorce."

Felix's smile was slow and deliberate, like he had the power to decide her fate. "You're nothing without me, Hazel."

“I'm serious, Felix." Hazel's tone was firmer now, and for a moment, Felix thought he saw another side of her: cold and commanding. But then, he scoffed.

"Mind the way you talk to me. You don't realize how much I've helped you, do you? You're nothing but a poor, orphan girl who got lucky. Always remember that."

Saying that, he shoved her hands off of him and went upstairs to find Lisa.

Hazel watched him leave, her eyes glassy with tesrs, her fists clenched. She didn't stop until he was out of sight. Then she got up, wiped her tears, and left the house.

It was quite late, but she was able to find a taxi. As she sat in the back seat, she let her tears fall, while she sobbed uncontrollably.

It's not easy watching the home you tried to build for two years crumble because of one person.

“We're here, Ms," The taxi driver's voice made Hazel look up. A luxurious mansion stood a short distance away, tall and elegant.

She got down and paid the driver his fare. While he rode away, Hazel returned her attention to the Smiths' mansion, and a feeling of familiarity washed over her the longer she stared.

This is a home she grew up in. But to marry Felix, Hazel had hidden her identity as the Heiress of the Smith Group, pretending to be a homeless orphan. But not anymore. She will no longer be the homeless girl he knew. Without a word, she lifted her leg and went in.