The Runaway Husband

Chapter 59

Third person (PoV)

The following day, Evelyn was on edge from the moment she woke up. She refused to go to work, opting instead to stay home under the pretense of working remotely, but in reality, she wanted to keep an eye on Hazel. The unease from yesterday's events still haunted her, and she wasn't willing to leave him alone, especially knowing how the world was slowly starting to remember who he was.

As evening approached, Hazel smiled softly at her, his usual gentle demeanor not betraying the turmoil inside him. "Evelyn, Veena wants to go to the garden again. She loves being outside... can we go together?"

Evelyn hesitated, but seeing the happiness in Hazel's eyes whenever he was with their daughter, she nodded. "Alright. But I'm coming with you."

Together, they left the house, Veena's stroller in Hazel's hands as they made their way to the park. The moment they entered, Evelyn felt the stares. She could hear the faint whispers—people recognizing Hazel, realizing he was the same musician who had seemingly vanished from the spotlight a year ago. Hazel, oblivious as always, smiled at Veena and waved at a few strangers, still blissfully unaware of the attention he was attracting.

A familiar face emerged from the crowd—a woman from the previous day. Her eyes lit up upon seeing Hazel. She rushed toward him, phone in hand, begging for a selfie and autograph. Hazel, always polite, obliged, but Evelyn's gaze darkened as the woman leaned in a little too close, taking her time to snap a photo.

Evelyn's annoyance turned into anger when a second woman approached from behind. She pretended to stumble, her hand brushing against Hazel's arm, lingering for longer than necessary. Evelyn clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure, but it was evident that the crowd was beginning to notice Hazel more and more.

"Isn't that Tex from the band?" someone whispered.

"He disappeared for a year, didn't he?" another voice echoed.

A crowd began to form, people whispering and pointing, intrigued by the musician who had seemingly vanished. Then, the line was crossed—a woman reached out and inappropriately touched Hazel's waist, feigning it as an accident. Hazel visibly tensed, the discomfort clear in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, too kind-hearted to cause a scene.

That was it. Evelyn had had enough.

She stepped forward, positioning herself protectively in front of Hazel, her voice sharp and commanding. "Back off!"

The crowd froze, taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor. Her voice rang out, firm and unyielding, "Hazel is my husband. He's not some object for you to ogle at or touch."

Murmurs spread through the crowd, some people lowering their phones, others looking at each other in surprise. But Evelyn wasn't done. Her eyes blazed with determination as she tightened her grip on Hazel's hand.

"For those of you who don't know, His real name is Hazel, Tex is just a stage name, Hazel and I were married three years ago—before he became famous," Evelyn announced, her voice growing louder. "I treated him horribly, manipulated him, and pushed him away. He ran from me, and during that time, he worked hard, struggled, and alongside his bandmates, became part of the world's biggest boyband. But none of you knew what went on behind closed doors."

People began whispering, intrigued by the bombshell Evelyn had just dropped. "But that's in the past," she continued, her voice softening as she glanced at Hazel, whose eyes were filled with surprise. "We've made amends, and he's mine—he's off-limits. So, if any of you think you can just touch him, flirt with him, or invade his space, you're mistaken. And you don't want to see that side of mine "