Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 99: Chapter 99
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"We just haven't made it official yet," said Sally.
"Oh my God," Abigail gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Did you guys hold hands? Or did you hug?"
At these words, Sally's brow furrowed slightly. She seemed about to speak, but hesitated, leaving her words unspoken.
Seeing Sally's reaction, Abigail suddenly caught on. "Wait, did you guys actually kiss?" Abigail pressed, her eyes widening with excitement.
"It's more than that," Sally said.
Sally hadn't even finished speaking when Abigail cut her off, exclaiming, "What? You two already slept together?"
Sally quickly responded, "No, nothing like that."
"Sally, don't freak me out like that. My poor heart can't take it," Abigail gasped, staring at her in shock. "Even if you two haven't slept together, things are still pretty ambiguous between you.
"How is that any different from dating? I totally freaked out when I saw Jaxon coming down from the second floor just now."
Sally turned back to her work on the crystalware, her expression growing a shade darker.
Suddenly, Abigail grabbed her hand. Her expression turned serious as she asked, "Does Brad know about this?"
"If Brad finds out, won't he raise hell?" Sally smirked coldly. "Right now, you're the only one who knows. I need you to keep it to yourself—don't breathe a word."
"Don't worry." Abigail assured her. "I won't breathe a word to anyone, especially not to that bastard Brad."
Sally gave a slight nod, then withdrew her hand from Abigail's grasp.
Abigail grinned, "I've been telling you that Jaxon has a thing for you. Even if he's not head over heels, you've definitely piqued his interest—he never looks at anyone else the way he looks at you."
Sally's hand suddenly froze mid-motion, betraying her surprise. She looked up at Abigail, curiosity in her eyes. "Really? How is it different?"
"Well, I can't really tell, but there's just something different about him." Abigail's grin grew. "All these years, never a peep about Jaxon's romantic life. Could it be the guy's never even dated anyone?"
Sally arched an eyebrow, a faintly mocking smile on her lips. "You really think that's possible?"
'Who is Jaxon?' Sally mused. 'He's a major player in Westmere's elite circles, someone who wields immense power. Whether it's his looks, physique, family background, or career—he's second to none.
'How could a man like that possibly not have women around him?'
"Better alone than in bad company? Don't you know?" Abigail said earnestly, analyzing the situation. "You've been in the Zale family for so many years. Have you ever seen Jaxon bring a woman home?"
Sally's hand, holding the restoration tool, suddenly froze for a moment.
She had been married into the Zale family for nine years. Apart from the first three years behind bars, she could count on one hand the number of times she'd seen Jaxon during the remaining six.
Those six years marked the meteoric rise of Jaxon's career. He was absent for four straight years, never crossing paths with her at formal events, nor attending family gatherings.
If she could barely catch sight of him, the idea of him bringing a woman home was simply inconceivable.
"Anyway," Abigail said, "I think he's a great catch—handsome, loaded, and most importantly, totally devoted."
Abigail's words snapped Sally out of her thoughts. Sally looked up at Abigail, curiosity in her eyes, and asked, "How can you be so sure he's the loyal type?"
Abigail said, "You can just tell by the way Jaxon looks at you. He's definitely not a player. Once he's into someone, he's all in. That's probably why there haven't been any rumors about him all these years.
"Maybe he just hadn't met someone who truly moved him until now."
Abigail's eyes sparkled with undisguised envy.
Sally swallowed hard under Abigail's intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Sally," Abigail said earnestly, "if Jaxon really has feelings for you, I think you should seriously consider giving him a chance."
"I'm not even divorced yet. Why are you even talking about something so far-fetched?" Sally's expression darkened, her voice dropping to a hushed tone.
"That bastard is still dragging his feet on finalizing the divorce. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil." Abigail bristled with indignation, her eyes flashing with anger on Sally's behalf.
"Alright, it's getting late. Head downstairs, wash up, and get some rest," said Sally.
"Alright," Abigail said, composing herself. After taking just two steps, she suddenly turned back with a thoughtful look and asked Sally, "Hey, didn't you say you were going to start a social media account? Have you started yet?"
"I already put it out there, and I'm up to 50,000 followers now," Sally said.
"What? 50,000 followers? You gained that many in just a few days?" Abigail gasped.
"Yeah," Sally replied, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I've been posting videos since day one of working on this antique vase."
Abigail asked, "So, did you set up the account as Hazel?"
"Yeah," Sally replied.
Abigail's eyes lit up. "Shoot me your handle later. I got to check out your account."
"Sure," Sally replied calmly.
After Abigail left, Sally threw herself completely into restoring the vase. With the deadline to return it to the client looming tomorrow, she had no choice but to pull an all-nighter to meet it.
After working straight through until 3 a.m., Sally finally put down her tools.
The vase had been restored to perfection, with hardly a trace of damage left. A quiet sense of accomplishment bloomed in Sally's chest.
After finally finishing the video edits, she posted it at 4 a.m. Exhausted but satisfied, Sally finally allowed herself to rest.
The next morning, Sally was jolted awake by her phone buzzing with notifications. Groggily, she grabbed her phone to check the notifications.
Instead of texts or messages, her phone was blowing up with social media likes—pouring in so fast, the numbers climbed by the second.
When Sally saw the follower count, she froze for a moment. That video she posted last night blew up allowed her to gain 30,000 followers overnight, and it was still just morning.
A small, knowing smile played on Sally's lips. 'Looks like I made the right call going the social media route,' she thought.
'As long as my follower count keeps climbing, getting future commissions won't be a problem,' she wondered.
That morning, at the Crownstone Group, Jaxon was just stepping out of the conference room when he spotted Caleb coming straight toward him.
"Mr. Zale, Hazel just started a social media account. One of her short videos popped up on my feed this morning—she's currently restoring a huge antique vase. Would you like to take a look?" Caleb said.
Jaxon gave a slight nod, and Caleb immediately handed him his phone.
She's posted eight short videos in total, nearly one every day documenting the restoration progress of an antique vase—each one racking up over 200,000 likes.
The videos never show her face—only her fingertips, the tools, and close-ups of the restoration process.
Yet from the delicate movements and slender hands, it was clear the restorer is a woman.
Jaxon frowned slightly. "So when she said she didn't have time, she was actually restoring an antique vase for someone else?"
"Oh my God," Abigail gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Did you guys hold hands? Or did you hug?"
At these words, Sally's brow furrowed slightly. She seemed about to speak, but hesitated, leaving her words unspoken.
Seeing Sally's reaction, Abigail suddenly caught on. "Wait, did you guys actually kiss?" Abigail pressed, her eyes widening with excitement.
"It's more than that," Sally said.
Sally hadn't even finished speaking when Abigail cut her off, exclaiming, "What? You two already slept together?"
Sally quickly responded, "No, nothing like that."
"Sally, don't freak me out like that. My poor heart can't take it," Abigail gasped, staring at her in shock. "Even if you two haven't slept together, things are still pretty ambiguous between you.
"How is that any different from dating? I totally freaked out when I saw Jaxon coming down from the second floor just now."
Sally turned back to her work on the crystalware, her expression growing a shade darker.
Suddenly, Abigail grabbed her hand. Her expression turned serious as she asked, "Does Brad know about this?"
"If Brad finds out, won't he raise hell?" Sally smirked coldly. "Right now, you're the only one who knows. I need you to keep it to yourself—don't breathe a word."
"Don't worry." Abigail assured her. "I won't breathe a word to anyone, especially not to that bastard Brad."
Sally gave a slight nod, then withdrew her hand from Abigail's grasp.
Abigail grinned, "I've been telling you that Jaxon has a thing for you. Even if he's not head over heels, you've definitely piqued his interest—he never looks at anyone else the way he looks at you."
Sally's hand suddenly froze mid-motion, betraying her surprise. She looked up at Abigail, curiosity in her eyes. "Really? How is it different?"
"Well, I can't really tell, but there's just something different about him." Abigail's grin grew. "All these years, never a peep about Jaxon's romantic life. Could it be the guy's never even dated anyone?"
Sally arched an eyebrow, a faintly mocking smile on her lips. "You really think that's possible?"
'Who is Jaxon?' Sally mused. 'He's a major player in Westmere's elite circles, someone who wields immense power. Whether it's his looks, physique, family background, or career—he's second to none.
'How could a man like that possibly not have women around him?'
"Better alone than in bad company? Don't you know?" Abigail said earnestly, analyzing the situation. "You've been in the Zale family for so many years. Have you ever seen Jaxon bring a woman home?"
Sally's hand, holding the restoration tool, suddenly froze for a moment.
She had been married into the Zale family for nine years. Apart from the first three years behind bars, she could count on one hand the number of times she'd seen Jaxon during the remaining six.
Those six years marked the meteoric rise of Jaxon's career. He was absent for four straight years, never crossing paths with her at formal events, nor attending family gatherings.
If she could barely catch sight of him, the idea of him bringing a woman home was simply inconceivable.
"Anyway," Abigail said, "I think he's a great catch—handsome, loaded, and most importantly, totally devoted."
Abigail's words snapped Sally out of her thoughts. Sally looked up at Abigail, curiosity in her eyes, and asked, "How can you be so sure he's the loyal type?"
Abigail said, "You can just tell by the way Jaxon looks at you. He's definitely not a player. Once he's into someone, he's all in. That's probably why there haven't been any rumors about him all these years.
"Maybe he just hadn't met someone who truly moved him until now."
Abigail's eyes sparkled with undisguised envy.
Sally swallowed hard under Abigail's intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Sally," Abigail said earnestly, "if Jaxon really has feelings for you, I think you should seriously consider giving him a chance."
"I'm not even divorced yet. Why are you even talking about something so far-fetched?" Sally's expression darkened, her voice dropping to a hushed tone.
"That bastard is still dragging his feet on finalizing the divorce. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil." Abigail bristled with indignation, her eyes flashing with anger on Sally's behalf.
"Alright, it's getting late. Head downstairs, wash up, and get some rest," said Sally.
"Alright," Abigail said, composing herself. After taking just two steps, she suddenly turned back with a thoughtful look and asked Sally, "Hey, didn't you say you were going to start a social media account? Have you started yet?"
"I already put it out there, and I'm up to 50,000 followers now," Sally said.
"What? 50,000 followers? You gained that many in just a few days?" Abigail gasped.
"Yeah," Sally replied, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "I've been posting videos since day one of working on this antique vase."
Abigail asked, "So, did you set up the account as Hazel?"
"Yeah," Sally replied.
Abigail's eyes lit up. "Shoot me your handle later. I got to check out your account."
"Sure," Sally replied calmly.
After Abigail left, Sally threw herself completely into restoring the vase. With the deadline to return it to the client looming tomorrow, she had no choice but to pull an all-nighter to meet it.
After working straight through until 3 a.m., Sally finally put down her tools.
The vase had been restored to perfection, with hardly a trace of damage left. A quiet sense of accomplishment bloomed in Sally's chest.
After finally finishing the video edits, she posted it at 4 a.m. Exhausted but satisfied, Sally finally allowed herself to rest.
The next morning, Sally was jolted awake by her phone buzzing with notifications. Groggily, she grabbed her phone to check the notifications.
Instead of texts or messages, her phone was blowing up with social media likes—pouring in so fast, the numbers climbed by the second.
When Sally saw the follower count, she froze for a moment. That video she posted last night blew up allowed her to gain 30,000 followers overnight, and it was still just morning.
A small, knowing smile played on Sally's lips. 'Looks like I made the right call going the social media route,' she thought.
'As long as my follower count keeps climbing, getting future commissions won't be a problem,' she wondered.
That morning, at the Crownstone Group, Jaxon was just stepping out of the conference room when he spotted Caleb coming straight toward him.
"Mr. Zale, Hazel just started a social media account. One of her short videos popped up on my feed this morning—she's currently restoring a huge antique vase. Would you like to take a look?" Caleb said.
Jaxon gave a slight nod, and Caleb immediately handed him his phone.
She's posted eight short videos in total, nearly one every day documenting the restoration progress of an antique vase—each one racking up over 200,000 likes.
The videos never show her face—only her fingertips, the tools, and close-ups of the restoration process.
Yet from the delicate movements and slender hands, it was clear the restorer is a woman.
Jaxon frowned slightly. "So when she said she didn't have time, she was actually restoring an antique vase for someone else?"
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