Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 65
HAZEL
FIVE YEARS AGO
I knew I owed Ravel a date, whether or not I was contemplating ending things with him. I quickly apologized to the makeup artist and stylist for the delay, urging them to work swiftly since I didn’t want to keep Ravel waiting any longer than
necessary.
In just under an hour, my makeup was completed and my hair styled. Slipping into the dress Ravel had given me and adorning myself with the diamond set he’d gifted me on my last birthday, I felt a twinge of nostalgia. There had been a point when I had considered selling this set to alleviate some financial strain, particularly when Kelvin’s financial demands had grown insistent.
A light knock sounded on my door, followed by Adam’s entrance. “The car is ready,” he informed me.
Nodding in response to Adam, I slung my purse over my shoulder and left the room. I should have been excited; spending time with Ravel usually brought a sense of excitement, but tonight, the impending news of our breakup hung heavily over me. Maybe after the dinner, I would muster the courage to convey my intentions to end our relationship.
Settling into the car, I leaned back and closed my eyes, attempting to calm my racing thoughts. Whenever I glanced up, I noticed Adam’s gaze on me through the rearview mirror. He likely wondered about Kelvin, but I had no obligation to provide an explanation to him.
As the car pulled up at a hotel, Adam emerged, opening the door for me and ensuring I didn’t step on my dress. Stepping out, I moved toward the hotel’s entrance. However, Adam took hold of my hand and steered me toward a different wing of the building.
Baffled, I looked back at the parked car. “Where are we going?” I queried, my confusion evident.
“To where Mr. Southwark is,” came Adam’s curt reply. His words left me speechless as I obediently trailed behind him. The path led us to a dimly lit structure adjacent to the hotel. Slowly, his hand released mine, leaving me in the darkness.

Panic began to gnaw at me. “Adam!” I called out, my voice trembling. Fumbling in my purse, I searched for my phone’s flashlight. But before I could retrieve it, a spotlight suddenly burst to life, illuminating a man poised at a piano. I stared, a mixture of curiosity and surprise swirling within me. The man’s fingers began to dance on the piano keys, producing soft, melodic tunes.
As he played the first stanza of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, the music came to a gentle halt. Then, another spotlight illuminated Ravel. And then, another light revealed Elenor, followed by Raymond, Adam, and several unfamiliar faces. They held letters that, when read together, spelled out the words, “Will You Marry Me?”
My eyes widened in a mix of shock and disbelief, unshed tears shimmering as I watched Ravel approach me with a nervous smile. “What’s happening?” I silently mouthed, utterly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. How did things evolve to this point?
Coming to a stop before me, Ravel gently took my hand in his, his expression a blend of nervousness and earnestness. “Hazel,” he whispered, his voice carrying a tender weight. “From the very first day I crossed paths with you in that hallway, my life has been transformed by your love, bringing me endless joy and laughter.” His azure eyes danced with affection and admiration as they locked onto mine. “You’ve become my constant thought, my eternal desire to be in your presence. When you moved in with me, returning home to you became my most cherished wish.”
He moistened his lips nervously, his words quivering with sincerity. “I don’t want this to end, Hazel. I yearn to lie beside you in bed for eternity, to wake up each day with your face as my first sight until my last breath.” His figure slowly sank to one knee, his vulnerability laid bare. “Hazel Brown, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive by saying yes to spending forever with me?”
A surge of desire to say yes coursed through me. The thought of a future with Ravel, building a life together, having children, and growing old side by side, had always been my aspiration. Yet, the shadow of my past loomed large, threatening to sabotage everything. I tore my gaze away from him, glancing at the faces surrounding us.
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Elenor appeared genuinely joyful, Raymond seemed to hold onto a glimmer of hope, Adam’s pride was evident for having played a role in orchestrating this surprise, while the other unfamiliar faces bore a mixture of envy and happiness, perhaps yearning for a similar moment. Anne, of course, was absent. If her own son didn’t care enough to bring her here, why should
I?
Finally, I shifted my gaze back to Ravel. With all those eyes on us, it didn’t feel like I could utter a negative answer. But why should I say no? There was every reason to embrace happiness, not just for him, but for myself as well. It was time to let him decide whether my past was a deal-breaker or something he was willing to look beyond.
Moistening my lips, I nodded, a quiet affirmation. “Yes,” I breathed, lifting my hand to display the fingers that would soon carry the ring. “Let’s face the future together, Ravel.” A broad smile lit up his face as he slid the ring onto my finger. Standing, he enveloped me in his arms and pressed his lips tenderly against mine.
The gathering erupted in a chorus of cheers, coos, and playful whistles. Disregarding the attention, I entwined my arms around Ravel’s neck and deepened the kiss, intent on sealing this moment with the intensity of my emotions.
After what seemed like an eternity, we eased away from the kiss to catch our breath. Ravel’s forehead rested gently against mine, and an uncontainable smile spread across my face. “When did you start planning all of this?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
His grin was infectious. “I’ve been thinking about marrying you for quite a while now, but I began planning this surprise about a month ago.”
The joyous atmosphere embraced us, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness. There was, however, the pressing matter of discussing Kelvin with him. For now, I needed to reach out to Kelvin and halt any potentially damaging information from being published. Ravel needed to hear it from me first.
“Congratulations, girl!” Elenor’s exuberant voice rang out as she enveloped me in a warm hug. “You two are going to have the most gorgeous babies.”
She had mentioned she was going to spend her vacation in Paris. “Weren’t you supposed to be traveling?” I inquired.
Elenor nonchalantly shrugged. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make Bluey happy and to sp i ke Anne’s blood pressure.” We shared a chuckle, appreciating her dark humor. Congratulatory words followed once Elenor released me from the embrace.
Ravel handed me a glass, and together we raised a toast to new beginnings and an eternal future. As the music began playing and the food was served, Elenor claimed the dance floor, while Ravel excused himself briefly to attend to some phone calls. Elenor had already uploaded the news to her Instagram account, setting the internet abuzz.