## Hazel's POV
My phone vibrated again as I pulled into my driveway. Sebastian. Again. This was his third call since our conversation ended less than ten minutes ago. I ignored it, my hands trembling as I fumbled with my keys.
Inside, I leaned against the closed door, breathing deeply. I needed to calm down. Stress wasn't good for the baby.
The phone stopped, then immediately started ringing again.
"He's not giving up," I muttered, staring at the screen.
On the fifth call, I finally answered. "Sebastian, please—"
"Where are you really going, Hazel?" His voice was deceptively soft, almost conversational.
My heart skipped. "What do you mean?"
"You sold your company and paid me back." Each word was measured, deliberate. "You didn't just want a clean break from Alistair. You're planning something."
"I told you—"
"Don't lie to me." The softness vanished, replaced by steel. "Not again."
