Husband's Return, Ex’s Denial

Ivy’s POV

“Hello, Babe.”

I swallowed. “What are you doing here, Max?”

When I rushed to my apartment that morning to get some alone time, I didn’t think Max and I would meet that day. Heck, I didn’t think we’d ever meet again. That day, outside on the beach, when Asher told me he didn’t want me to have anything to do with Max, I had taken him seriously. Even though I wanted to argue then, I didn’t. The way he said it left no room for questioning, so I did as he said.

“What are you doing here?” I asked again, folding my arms across my chest.

He dangled the key card in front of me, and I cursed under my breath. I remembered giving it to him after a night of lovemaking. I was so lovesick that I handed him a key to my private apartment. A place even my parents didn’t have a key to. And now, it had come back to haunt me.

“I got in with my card,” he replied.

I exhaled, already feeling frustrated. I made a mental note to have the key card to my apartment changed, or maybe move apartments. “Yo