The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 115

115 A Grieving Mother’s Wrath

Hazel’s POV

“I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The words still burned on my tongue as I stared at Alistair’s stunned expression. I’d finally found the courage to speak my truth, regardless of the circumstances. The hospital corridor felt suffocating-antiseptic scents mingling with grief and tension. “You don’t mean that,” Alistair said, his voice hardening. “You’re upset. We both are.” I crossed my arms. “No, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

“After everything we’ve been through-”

“Everything we’ve been through?” I cut him off. “You mean everything you put me through.”

Alistair’s jaw tightened. “I’m not signing those divorce papers, Hazel.”

“Then prepare for a fight.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is this about Sinclair? I’ve seen the photos of you two. Couldn’t wait to jump into another man’s bed, could you?”

The accusation landed like a slap. I stepped forward, my voice deadly calm.

“How dare you question my integrity. In six years with you, I never once betrayed our relationship. I was loyal to a fault-even when you weren’t worth it.”

“You’re parading around town with another man while still married to me!”

“And you married my stepsister while engaged to me,” I countered. “The difference is, Sebastian respects me. Something you clearly never did.”

Alistair scoffed. “Respects you? Is that what we’re calling it? The Sinclairs don’t respect anyone-they use people,”

“You’d know all about using people, wouldn’t you?”

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His face flushed with anger. “What exactly has he promised you, Hazel? Money?

Power? Protection from me?”

“He hasn’t promised me anything except basic human decency-something you

wouldn’t understand.”

Alistair stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think you know him? The Sinclairs are dangerous. They’ve ruined people for less than what

you’re doing.”

“What I’m doing is moving on with my life.”

“Our marriage isn’t over,” he insisted.

“It was over the moment you put my wedding dress on another woman.”

His eyes flashed with something dark. “I won’t let you go, Hazel. Not to him. Not to

anyone.”

Before I could respond, the hospital door burst open. Tanya Turner emerged, her face contorted with grief and rage. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wild, locked onto me like a predator.

“YOU!” she screamed, lunging toward me. “YOU MURDERER!”

I barely had time to step back before she was on me, her hands clawing at my face.

“You killed my daughter!” Tanya shrieked, her voice echoing through the corridor. “You have the heart of a snake! You watched her die and did nothing!”

Nurses rushed forward as Tanya’s nails raked across my cheek. I felt a sharp sting as

skin broke.

“Mrs. Turner, please!” A nurse grabbed her arm. “This is a hospital!”

“She let my baby die!” Tanya continued screaming, fighting against the staff restraining her. “My Ivy is gone because of her!”

Alistair moved quickly to Tanya’s side, putting his arm around her shoulders. The gesture wasn’t lost on me-once again, he’d chosen someone else over me.

“Tanya, please,” he soothed. “This isn’t helping.”

“Don’t defend her!” Tanya spat, tears streaming down her face. “She’s always been jealous of Ivy! She wouldn’t even donate blood when we begged her!”

A small crowd had gathered-nurses, doctors, patients in robes. All watching the

spectacle unfold. I touched my cheek, my fingers coming away with traces of blood from Tanya’s attack.

“I didn’t kill anyone,” I said quietly, my voice somehow steady despite the chaos around

“LIAR!” Tanya screamed. “You could have saved her! You have the same rare blood type! You just wanted her to die!”

One of the doctors stepped forward. “Mrs. Turner, please come back inside. You need

to rest.”

“I don’t need rest! I need justice for my daughter!” Tanya’s makeup ran in black streaks down her face. “That woman-” she pointed at me, “—she let my baby die out of spite!”

The accusation hung in the air, poisonous and damning. The onlookers’ eyes shifted to me, judgment already forming in their expressions.

Behind Tanya, the hospital room door opened wider. Two orderlies wheeled out a gurney. On it lay a form covered completely with a white sheet. Ivy’s body.

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