Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 194

194 A Drunken Confession Exposed

“The man who’s been circling you like a vulture since our separation?” Alistair’s jaw tightened. “He’s using you, Hazel. Can’t you see that?”

He stepped closer. “We’re going to this event together, Hazel. For appearance’s sake, if nothing else.”

## Hazel’s POV

“I have the call recorded,” Alistair announced, pulling out his phone. “Would you like me to play it for everyone? Let them hear exactly what Hazel said about your night. together?”

I didn’t bother denying it. Sebastian had asked me days ago, and I’d happily accepted. The thought of walking in with him made my heart flutter in a way it hadn’t in years. A small crowd of residents had gathered in the lobby, watching our confrontation with undisguised interest. This was exactly what Alistair wanted–a scene, an audience. Gasps rippled through our audience. My cheeks burned with humiliation and anger. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. “I never called you drunk!”

“Oh, did she not tell you people know?” Alistair continued, his eyes gleaming with malice. “She told me herself, during one of her drunken calls.”

I rode the elevator down to the lobby, mentally preparing myself for the evening ahead. The doors slid open, and I stepped out, expecting to see Sebastian waiting by the

entrance.

“You’re lying,” I said, but my voice wavered with uncertainty.

Sebastian’s voice cut through the tension. He stood in the doorway, commanding attention in his perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes quickly assessed the situation, hardening when they landed on Alistair.

Alistair laughed bitterly. “Of course she’d say that with you standing right there. She doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Sebastian stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. “I think you should leave.”

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“Is everything alright?”

My phone chimed with a text from Sebastian: “Downstairs whenever you’re ready. No.

rush.”

Alistair stood in the middle of the lobby, wearing a tailored tuxedo and holding a bouquet of white roses–my old favorite.

I couldn’t breathe. The lobby seemed to close in around me as whispers erupted among the spectators. This wasn’t happening. Alistair couldn’t be doing this to me- not here, not now.

“I already told you, I’m going with Sebastian.

“Goodbye, Alistair.” I ended the call before he could finish.

The blood drained from my face. I had called Alistair that night–I vaguely remembered dialing his number after too many glasses of wine with Vera. But I’d hung up before he answered… hadn’t I?

“Hazel never called you drunk,” Sebastian stated firmly. “And for your information, we haven’t slept together.”

Instead, I froze mid–step.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, glancing around for security.

The next evening, I stood before my mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. The emerald dress hugged my curves, my hair fell in loose waves past my shoulders, and my makeup was flawless–bold red lips replacing my usual neutral palette.

Alistair smirked. “That’s not what she told me that night. She was quite detailed about your… encounter.”

“That’s enough,” Sebastian warned, his voice dangerously low.

“Let them talk.” I examined my freshly painted nails. “I’m already going–just not with you.”

Such a simple message, yet so different from Alistair’s impatient demands. I grabbed my clutch, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. Not nerves–excitement.

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My phone buzzed again with Alistair’s name flashing on the screen. This was his third call in the last hour. I rolled my eyes and answered, my patience wearing thin. “Closure?” I nearly laughed. “We signed divorce papers. That’s all the closure you get. “Hazel, don’t do this.” His voice hardened. “We have history. Six years together. You can’t just replace that overnight with some-”

“Actually

I’m not,” Alistair countered, stepping between us. “Hazel and I have plans tonight. We’re attending our university event together.”

“Protecting your new conquest?” Alistair sneered. “Did she tell you we’re still technically married? The divorce only just finalized yesterday. You’ve been sleeping with a married woman, Sinclair.

“Of course not,” I answered immediately. “I already told him I’m going with you.”

“The only person who ever used me was you,” I snapped. “Six years of my blood keeping you alive. Six years of my devotion while you-”

“Hazel, please. The university’s anniversary event is tomorrow. We should go together,” he pleaded, his voice softened in that manipulative way I’d grown to recognize. “For old times‘ sake. For closure.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, ignoring my question. His eyes traveled over my dress with obvious disapproval. “Though this isn’t really your style, is it?*

“You know,” Alistair said loudly, addressing the onlookers, “it’s interesting how quickly some women move on. Six years together, and barely three months after our separation, she’s already in another man’s bed.”

“It’s exactly my style. You just never bothered to notice what I actually liked.” I kept my distance. “You need to leave.”

My mind raced frantically. Had I said something in a drunken stupor? Had I dreamed about Sebastian and confessed it to Alistair, thinking I was talking to Vera instead?

“Two

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