Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 159: Chapter 159
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Carlos never thought his own words would come back to bite him so hard.
It stung so bad he wanted to scream, but there was nothing he could do.
'Note to self,' he thought grimly, 'no more defending Mr. Zale. At least not anytime soon.'
What on earth did Mr. Zale do to make Sally this mad?
"Carlos, have I been too easy on you?" Abigail yelled, grabbing a stool and planting herself right in front of him. "You're telling people I'll die alone? No wonder I've been single for years! It's all because you've been jinxing me, you little punk... "
She then rolled up her sleeves, snatched a feather duster from a nearby table, and swung it at him without a second thought.
Carlos scrambled away, dodging around the clinic. "Abigail! I only met you this year! Your love life before that has nothing to do with me!" he yelled. "Come on, stop! Abigail, I'm begging you!"
Leaning on her elbow, Sally watched the chaos unfold, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips.
Right now, these two were the only ones who could make her feel even a little bit better.
Her gaze drifted absently toward the door, and then she saw him—a familiar figure standing across the street.
They were separated by the width of the street, but Sally could feel his gaze on her as if he were right beside her.
She hadn't seen him in a week, and she never expected him to reappear like this.
Jaxon didn't approach, didn't call, didn't do anything to disturb her. He just stood there, watching.
She had no idea how long he'd been there.
For a full thirty seconds, Sally met his gaze, neither of them looking away.
Beside her, Abigail and Carlos were still chasing each other around the room, but for that half-minute, the world seemed to stand still.
They had once been so close, practically inseparable.
But in that moment, the distance between them felt vast and insurmountable.
Finally, the figure of a patient walking in broke their stare.
Sally instinctively tore her gaze away and turned to greet the patient, forcing herself to ignore the man across the street.
But Jaxon remained where he was, his eyes still fixed on her.
"Mr. Zale, we need to head to the meeting, or we'll be late."
A low voice suddenly broke his concentration.
Jaxon reluctantly pulled his gaze away and turned to Caleb, who was standing by the car.
They did have an important project meeting to get to, and it wouldn't be good to keep the client waiting.
He had only been passing through the area and had wanted to catch a glimpse of her.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to go inside.
It had been over a week since they'd last seen each other. She looked like she'd lost some weight.
He'd been swamped with work for the past week, leaving early and coming home late.
In a way, the long hours were a blessing, keeping him too busy to even think about disturbing her.
After getting into the car, Jaxon leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
After some time, Caleb's voice came from the front. "Mr. Zale, Miss Hazel had that Madonna locket delivered this morning. I put it on your desk."
Jaxon slowly opened his eyes. "How's the repair work? Are there any visible flaws?"
"None," Caleb replied directly. "I inspected it when it arrived. The repair is seamless. You can't even tell it was ever broken—not even a hairline crack."
Hearing this, Jaxon instinctively pulled out his phone.
His thumb glided across the screen as he opened up a social media app and navigated to the only account he had marked as a favorite.
Hazel hadn't posted a new video in a week.
The timing immediately made him think of Sally.
It had been exactly a week since their fight.
He subconsciously pulled up the video that showed the flooring and watched it over and over.
The more he looked, the more it resembled the floorboards in the attic at Windmere Estates.
"You know, Miss Hazel and Mrs. Zale seem like similar types of women," Caleb mused from the driver's seat, cutting through Jaxon's thoughts.
"Both are at the top of their respective fields. I bet they'd get along well if they ever met." Caleb said.
Jaxon looked up at him. "This Hazel... have we found any personal information on her at all?"
Caleb glanced in the rearview mirror at the man in the back. "No, sir. Not a single useful clue. She's a complete mystery. It seems intentional—'Hazel' is probably an alias."
"So what do you think," Jaxon asked, "is the connection between Hazel and Sally?"
Caleb was momentarily stunned by the question. He'd never even considered it.
After a moment, he replied softly, "Mr. Zale, besides both being talented women, what other connection could there be?"
"Have you considered," Jaxon said, "that they might be the same person?"
The statement was so unexpected that Caleb's hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"That seems... impossible. Their fields are completely different. One is in traditional medicine, the other in crystal sculpting. To reach a master-level in just one of those would take a lifetime.
"If Hazel really is Mrs. Zale... my God, how brilliant would she have to be? To master two professions like that... "
Jaxon listened to Caleb's analysis, his gaze on the phone screen darkening with thought.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a definite connection between Sally and this Hazel.
He just didn't have any concrete proof that they were one and the same.
Especially since Sally had once told him she had another job, one she did upstairs.
And the floorboards in Hazel's video were just too similar to the ones in her house.
Still, Caleb had a point.
Sally was clearly intelligent, but he had no way of knowing just how much of a genius she might be.
The next morning, Sally and Finn Caldwell took Lillian Simone to school first thing.
By the time they finished running their other errands, it was nearly lunchtime.
"Sally, it's noon," Finn said. "Why don't we grab some lunch before heading back to the clinic?"
Sally agreed without a second thought.
As the two of them walked into a restaurant, Sally saw two familiar figures walking in just ahead of them, side by side.
It was Kendall and Jaxon.
It stung so bad he wanted to scream, but there was nothing he could do.
'Note to self,' he thought grimly, 'no more defending Mr. Zale. At least not anytime soon.'
What on earth did Mr. Zale do to make Sally this mad?
"Carlos, have I been too easy on you?" Abigail yelled, grabbing a stool and planting herself right in front of him. "You're telling people I'll die alone? No wonder I've been single for years! It's all because you've been jinxing me, you little punk... "
She then rolled up her sleeves, snatched a feather duster from a nearby table, and swung it at him without a second thought.
Carlos scrambled away, dodging around the clinic. "Abigail! I only met you this year! Your love life before that has nothing to do with me!" he yelled. "Come on, stop! Abigail, I'm begging you!"
Leaning on her elbow, Sally watched the chaos unfold, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips.
Right now, these two were the only ones who could make her feel even a little bit better.
Her gaze drifted absently toward the door, and then she saw him—a familiar figure standing across the street.
They were separated by the width of the street, but Sally could feel his gaze on her as if he were right beside her.
She hadn't seen him in a week, and she never expected him to reappear like this.
Jaxon didn't approach, didn't call, didn't do anything to disturb her. He just stood there, watching.
She had no idea how long he'd been there.
For a full thirty seconds, Sally met his gaze, neither of them looking away.
Beside her, Abigail and Carlos were still chasing each other around the room, but for that half-minute, the world seemed to stand still.
They had once been so close, practically inseparable.
But in that moment, the distance between them felt vast and insurmountable.
Finally, the figure of a patient walking in broke their stare.
Sally instinctively tore her gaze away and turned to greet the patient, forcing herself to ignore the man across the street.
But Jaxon remained where he was, his eyes still fixed on her.
"Mr. Zale, we need to head to the meeting, or we'll be late."
A low voice suddenly broke his concentration.
Jaxon reluctantly pulled his gaze away and turned to Caleb, who was standing by the car.
They did have an important project meeting to get to, and it wouldn't be good to keep the client waiting.
He had only been passing through the area and had wanted to catch a glimpse of her.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to go inside.
It had been over a week since they'd last seen each other. She looked like she'd lost some weight.
He'd been swamped with work for the past week, leaving early and coming home late.
In a way, the long hours were a blessing, keeping him too busy to even think about disturbing her.
After getting into the car, Jaxon leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
After some time, Caleb's voice came from the front. "Mr. Zale, Miss Hazel had that Madonna locket delivered this morning. I put it on your desk."
Jaxon slowly opened his eyes. "How's the repair work? Are there any visible flaws?"
"None," Caleb replied directly. "I inspected it when it arrived. The repair is seamless. You can't even tell it was ever broken—not even a hairline crack."
Hearing this, Jaxon instinctively pulled out his phone.
His thumb glided across the screen as he opened up a social media app and navigated to the only account he had marked as a favorite.
Hazel hadn't posted a new video in a week.
The timing immediately made him think of Sally.
It had been exactly a week since their fight.
He subconsciously pulled up the video that showed the flooring and watched it over and over.
The more he looked, the more it resembled the floorboards in the attic at Windmere Estates.
"You know, Miss Hazel and Mrs. Zale seem like similar types of women," Caleb mused from the driver's seat, cutting through Jaxon's thoughts.
"Both are at the top of their respective fields. I bet they'd get along well if they ever met." Caleb said.
Jaxon looked up at him. "This Hazel... have we found any personal information on her at all?"
Caleb glanced in the rearview mirror at the man in the back. "No, sir. Not a single useful clue. She's a complete mystery. It seems intentional—'Hazel' is probably an alias."
"So what do you think," Jaxon asked, "is the connection between Hazel and Sally?"
Caleb was momentarily stunned by the question. He'd never even considered it.
After a moment, he replied softly, "Mr. Zale, besides both being talented women, what other connection could there be?"
"Have you considered," Jaxon said, "that they might be the same person?"
The statement was so unexpected that Caleb's hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"That seems... impossible. Their fields are completely different. One is in traditional medicine, the other in crystal sculpting. To reach a master-level in just one of those would take a lifetime.
"If Hazel really is Mrs. Zale... my God, how brilliant would she have to be? To master two professions like that... "
Jaxon listened to Caleb's analysis, his gaze on the phone screen darkening with thought.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a definite connection between Sally and this Hazel.
He just didn't have any concrete proof that they were one and the same.
Especially since Sally had once told him she had another job, one she did upstairs.
And the floorboards in Hazel's video were just too similar to the ones in her house.
Still, Caleb had a point.
Sally was clearly intelligent, but he had no way of knowing just how much of a genius she might be.
The next morning, Sally and Finn Caldwell took Lillian Simone to school first thing.
By the time they finished running their other errands, it was nearly lunchtime.
"Sally, it's noon," Finn said. "Why don't we grab some lunch before heading back to the clinic?"
Sally agreed without a second thought.
As the two of them walked into a restaurant, Sally saw two familiar figures walking in just ahead of them, side by side.
It was Kendall and Jaxon.
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