Chapter 2

The moment Marcus heard the unfamiliar male voice, his breath hitched.

"Who is this? What did you do to my wife?"

His voice was thick with suppressed rage, like a wild beast ready to pounce.

There was no reply. Just a low chuckle before the call was cut off.

Marcus went completely insane.

He mobilized every single resource he had. In just fifteen minutes, he appeared right in front of me.

"I'm so sorry, Hazel. It was my fault."

He hugged me tightly, as if trying to merge me into his own body.

"I know you were jealous. You hired someone to put on a show and scare me, right?"

"I promise you, I really know I was wrong this time! Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?"

"I wasn't trying to scare you."

I pushed him away, looking into his eyes with absolute calmness.

"We are already divorced."

Marcus froze for a second, then forced a doting smile.

"Alright, alright... I know what you want. A proper apology, right? I'm already prepared..."

With that, he pulled a ring box from his pocket and dropped to one knee.

"I really know I messed up. You’ve forgiven me nine times before, but I kept taking you for granted. I was an absolute jerk!"

"But I promise you, this is the last time! For the sake of our son, can you give me one more chance?"

Our son, Leo, walked over, holding a bouquet of my favorite red roses.

"Mommy, don't go! Don't leave me! I know I was bad. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Daddy already scolded me."

"Please give Daddy and me one more chance."

My usually rebellious son looked so pitiful right now.

For a moment, my heart softened.

To make things more overwhelming, our friends and family suddenly poured into the room. Each of them was holding a luxury gift box.

They lined them up in front of me. Inside were the designer bags and jewelry I used to dream of.

"Say yes! Say yes! Remarry him!"

"Marcus really treats Hazel like a princess. They say these ten gift boxes are incredibly valuable. The cheapest one is worth at least a million dollars!"

Marcus hadn't forgotten.

The promises he made to me when we were young.

At this moment, he was fulfilling them one by one.

Seeing my hesitation, Marcus grew anxious.

"Hazel, I know you've always wanted a grand wedding in Provence. I’ve already booked the flights. Just nod your head, and we can leave right now."

"Mommy, please! Hurry up and say yes to Daddy~"

Both of them looked at me with the same puppy-dog eyes.

Just as I was about to speak, a sharp, whiny female voice came from the doorway.

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