Ivy's POVMy journey to healing from my grief was both painful and eye-opening. It started with acknowledging the suppressed hate I held towards Jax, my husband, for something he was not responsible for. My sane mind knew that he was not to blame but I had no idea that deep in my subconscious somewhere I held a lot of contempt towards him without my knowledge and it showed up in subtle ways in our relationship, from the way I thought about him especially after an argument to the way I kind of expected everything he did to hurt me in one way or another.Jax couldn't be blamed for the death of my parents; it was the spell of the witch, Mia, who was wicked and out for revenge and he had inky been nothing but a pun in her games. Messing with his mind through all her witchcraft and incantations. Consciously reflecting on all this allowed me to let go of my anger and begin my path towards true and genuine healing because I realized that all I was doing previously was pushing all my feeling
Ivy's POVAs slight boredom started to get the better part of me since there was nothing much to do instead of staying home and marveling in my solitude, I decided to volunteer to assist Jax with some of the office work and per usual I always tried my best to immerse myself in my work. Whether it was tackling administrative tasks or assisting Jax with some of my Luna duties now turned his duties.I relished in the opportunity of helping him in the small ways I can. Little did I know that one particular task would lead me to an unexpected encounter with someone who would soon become an important figure in my life.One day, Jax asked me to accompany him on a business trip to give a talk. As always, I happily obliged, eager to support him in any way possible and also to leave the town for a bit.It was during this trip that I had a serendipitous encounter with Chrystal, a kind-hearted and spirited woman whom I would soon come to admire greatly.Our first encounter was when Jax had steppe
Ivy's POVA mix of relief and gratitude washed over Chrystal's face. "Thank you, Ivy. That means more than you know" she said with a smile.We were still seated and talking about why she had been acting so distant during the past week and I had decided to ask her about it."Do you want to tell me now or?.. I mean it's totally fine if you are not ready to tell me now or ever actually but just let me know how I can assist you so it does not feel too much for you okay?""Oh Ivy, thank you so much for your kind words" she said tears brimming in her eyes and I took her hands in mine and smiled at her"What are friends for Chrystal? I'm your friend and I'm here for you" I reassured her of my friendship and a tear dropped from her eyes and she wiped it"Well, I don't think I can hide it anymore. The truth is, I've been going through a difficult divorce. It's been taking a toll on me, and I've been struggling to navigate this new chapter in my life."My heart sank as I listened to her words.
Ivy's POVChrystal and I started having more deep talks about her situation and life in general and one day she decided to reveal to me the bruises that she had sustained from her husband's abuse. I had asked her if she was sure that she was ready to show anyone that part if her because I knew that it was going to be a painful experience but she said she was okay with it and so I let her.She had determination in her eyes as she recounted the painful experiences ,in details, she had endured at the hands of her abusive husband. I watched almost painfully as she turned her back and pulled down her dress to expose the numerous bruises on her back and I was left speechless for a hot minute.The bruises painted a grim picture of the torment she had suffered, and something inside me snapped. I couldn't just stand by and let this monster go unpunished. He was going to pay dearly.Taking a deep breath, I knew that seeking justice for Chrystal would be a challenge, but it was one I was prepare
Ivy's POVAs I continued to lend a hand to those in need, I found solace in the act of helping others. It had become more than just a mere responsibility; it had become a part of who I was. Every day, I witnessed the struggles of those around me and felt a deep longing to make a difference in their lives.Jax always supported my passion for helping others. One evening, as we sat on the porch, enjoying the cool breeze, I opened up to him about the fulfillment I found in my work."You know, Jax," I began, gazing into the sunset. "This job, I don't know if I should call it a job really, but it has truly brought me peace. So many people are facing difficulties, but being able to lend a hand, even if it's just a small one, makes me feel like I'm making a positive impact."Jax turned to me, his kind eyes filled with understanding and admiration. "Ivy, you've always had a heart for helping others. It's one of the things I love about you. The way you always want people around you to be happy
Jax's POVAs I stood there, staring blankly at the grave, the weight of my father's absence settled heavily on my shoulders. His sudden and unexpected death had left me grappling with emotions I couldn't fully comprehend. I mean I knew quite well that had been sick but I didn't think he was going to be gone this soon because I kept postponing the time I would visit him due to the numerous amount of work and had and now it was to late to do anything about it. He was gone. Forever.Growing up, we had never been close, but the events surrounding the witch's possession had brought us together in a way that I never thought possible. I vividly remembered the conversation I had with him during my recovery. It was a few weeks after I had fought off the witch's curse and emerged victorious, but the scars, both physical and emotional, were still fresh. Sitting in his study, surrounded by his books and the faint smell of old leather like he had always been his whole life and I remembered that th
Jax's POVI was slowly beginning to find my footing again, navigating the labyrinth of emotions that my father's untimely death had thrust upon me. Each passing day brought a new side of healing, and I cautiously started resuming my daily routine. However, the journey to recovery was far from linear, and unexpected twists and turns awaited me at every corner. Some I expected while some caught me by surprise greatlyOne morning, just as the first rays of sunlight peeked through my bedroom window, I was jolted awake by the insistent ringing of my phone. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I fumbled to answer the call, my mind still shrouded in the wisps of a vivid and cryptic dream that I was having before being violently woken up by my ringtone.The urgency in the voice on the other end of the line shattered the remnants of the dream, leaving me with a sense of unease that clung to me like a shadow."Sir, there has been an accident at the field" one of my workers informed me, his voic
Ivy's POVJax had been steadily recovering from the aftermath of his accident, and I did everything in my power to provide him with the care and support he needed. Each day brought a glimmer of hope, a step closer to the restoration of his physical and emotional well-being. I was happy that he was at least finally figuring out and understanding the depths if his emotions and how powerful they were in affecting everything but just as we began to believe that the worst was behind us and everything was going to be back to normal sooner than expected, a cruel twist of fate cast us into a bewildering state of confusion and despair. One that made me to start questioning my faith in the moon goddess, which I had not done in a very very long time but it was all so overwhelming, I didn't know what to do anymore.One morning, I woke up to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the window, ready to face the day with optimism. If I had known how everything would have gone down the drain th