Chapter 6
Julian didn’t answer. Instead, he fell silent, then chuckled. “What kind of joke is this?”
These words plunged Hazel into an icy abyss. She closed her eyes in despair.
She knew it. Why would Julian ever come to her rescue?
She was merely a tool for Seraphina to test Julian’s loyalty…
Although she had long anticipated such a situation, her heart still ached uncontrollably. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes stung.
The surrounding classmates, fueled by his denial, began to insult Hazel even more savagely.
“I knew it! How could someone from Hazel Miller’s background be Mr. Thorne’s wife? If you ask me, Mr. Thorne and Miss Miller look like a real couple!”
“Exactly! Mr. Thorne and Miss Miller are so perfect for each other—a match made in heaven, truly. Hazel Miller, you have no shame!”
Hearing these words, Seraphina demurely covered her mouth and giggled, then exchanged a glance with Julian. They both smiled at each other, appearing incredibly harmonious and well-matched.
Hazel’s blood ran cold. Looking at the man and woman before her, tears welled in her eyes.
The mockery from the crowd continued.
“Hazel Miller, you’re disgusting! To stoop so low and try to latch onto a rich man for money!”
“Why choose to be a mistress when there are so many other things you could do? Are all people from orphanages as shameless as you?”
“No way? Hazel Miller, you were so good at school back then. Not only do you shamelessly claim Mr. Thorne as your husband, but you’re secretly a mistress? Tsk tsk tsk, having a classmate like you is truly an embarrassment!”
These words were like knives, piercing Hazel’s heart.
Tears finally streamed down her face. Hazel, strong and resilient, said each word distinctly: “I am not a mistress! I am Julian Thorne’s wife!”
But Julian turned his head away, still choosing to ignore her.
Hazel closed her eyes again in despair.
This was the husband she had been married to for three years, allowing others to falsely accuse her without a single reaction.
Just then, a slice of cake suddenly splattered onto her face.
The perpetrator smiled maliciously and said, “Calling someone else’s husband your own and being a mistress—how shameless can you be?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the other classmates found their outlet, continuously throwing cake and food from the tables onto her body and face. Wine and drinks were all splashed on her.
Some even went as far as to tear off her clothes.
“How dare a mistress like you wear such expensive clothes?”
“Strip off all her clothes! A mistress like Hazel Miller deserves to be punished by righteous people like us!”
“Mistresses don’t deserve to wear expensive clothes!!”
A class reunion instantly devolved into a bullying session.
Hazel’s clothes and dress were quickly ripped to shreds, barely covering her.
Her head was even shoved into a cake.
She weakly cried out for help to Julian, “Jul… Julian, save… me…”
She didn’t know if Julian felt a second of pity, only that he stared blankly at her, still doing nothing, as if watching an irrelevant spectacle.
At that moment, Hazel’s heart died completely.
Three years of a loving marriage, all turned to dust.
Finally, Hazel was taken away by an ambulance.
Before getting into the ambulance, she glanced at Julian. Her eyes no longer held any love, only cold resolve.
Julian remained stunned, his fingers slightly curled, tips turning pale.
He couldn't explain what was wrong with him, only that he suddenly felt a pang of pity for Hazel.
“Julian, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing… nothing…”
Seraphina’s eyes darkened, then filled with venom.
*Hazel Miller, just you wait!*
After Hazel Miller returned from the hospital, she was utterly dejected, completely ignoring Julian and Seraphina, not a word or a glance for either of them.