Ivy's eyes widened at the shocking information. Joan is working for Irene? It can't be! How come i never suspected anything? "Is what you're saying true?" Ivy asked, her eyes fixed on Kate as if searching for any sign of deception, her voice laced with incredulity and a hint of vulnerability. "I mean, how is that possible? She's been by my side all this time." Kate's expression turned somber. "Irene has a way of manipulating people, Ivy. She's been using Joan to feed her information. Joan and I used to meet while you were filming 'Tomboy Donna.'" Ivy's gaze dropped, her mind racing with memories of Joan's dedication and supposed loyalty. "What proof do you have?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kate didn't immediately respond but instead pulled out her phone from her bag. "Message recordings. Irene's been paying Joan to spy on you, like I said." Ivy's eyes scanned the messages, her heart sinking with each passing sentence. Ethan's words, seemingly innocuous, now
As Ivy pulled out of her parking spot, a black Lamborghini pulled up at the entrance. "So, where are you going with this?" a low, smooth voice asked from the driver's seat. Beside him sat a tall, imposing figure with sunglasses, watching Ivy with an air of curiosity. A sly smile spread across his face, his lips curling upward as he rested his elbow on the window. "Definitely going somewhere..." he finally replied, his gaze still fixed on the fading taillights of Ivy's car. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking out his phone, he chuckled as his eyes scanned the message he received. "Are we just going to keep watching from a distance without doing anything?" the driver asked again, curiosity etched on his face as he locked eyes with the man beside him. The man's eyes flicked to the driver, a hint of amusement present. "I am a very patient man," he said, his voice low and smooth. "We're just getting started." "Started with what?" The driver raised an eyebrow, his curiosi
Zack's question made Ivy's brow furrow, her eyes clouding with confusion. She was taken aback, her words faltering."It...can't be..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't remember... any time..."Her sentence hung in the air, unfinished, as her mind wandered into the depths of her memories. Her gaze drifted, lost in thought.Yet she couldn't piece together any fragment of her memories related to his question."Zack, why would you ask that?" Ivy's voice was laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "I've been investigating, and I found out that the photos weren't fabricated," he said before adding, "They were real. He took your nude photos."Ivy's frown deepened. "What?"Zack's pause was palpable, as if weighing his next words carefully. "It seems... they had it for a long time."Ivy's eyes widened as her mind raced with implications. "But why did they use it now?" she asked, her voice higher than intended. "Irene had been desperately seeking a way to ruin my c
As Ivy stood at the kitchen counter, she decided to make the most of the leisurely evening in the kitchen. She had tried shaking off the earlier conversation with Dave, taking her mind elsewhere to avoid letting her anger get the best of her. As she reached for a spice, Zack stealthily slipped into the kitchen, his footsteps silent on the tile floor. Without warning, he glided behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist in a gentle, possessive grasp. "Hello, wifey," Zack whispered, his breath brushing against her ear. "Something smells amazing in here." Ivy's hands stilled as her body stiffened, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. "Zack! You scared me." She breathed a sigh, her eyes sparkling in surprise. Zack's chuckle vibrated against her ear as his grip tightened on her waist. "That's the idea," he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe. Ivy's tension dissipated, replaced by a warm flutter in her chest. She leaned into his embrace, feeling the stress of the d
Ivy's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the remnants of sleep. But as she reached out, expecting to find Zack's warm body beside her, her hand met empty sheets. Disoriented, she sat up, scanning the dimly lit room.With no sign of Zack, she threw off the covers and got out of bed, listening intently, but the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the ticking clock on the nightstand."Zack?" she called out, her voice barely audible, but there was no response.She then padded across the room, going straight to Zack's study, expecting to find him there since the room seemed to be his quiet spot, but he still wasn't there."Or did he leave early again?" she murmured, glancing at the wall clock. It was midnight, so it could be possible he was off to something.Knowing he might still be in the house, she sauntered out of the corridor, heading for the stairs. But her eyes caught a glimpse of a particular door, half-open. It was the same mysterious room she had entered the other da
Zack nodded slowly, acknowledging her request. "I had called Susan to release a public statement or grant an interview with the media and explain on your behalf." He paused, ensuring Ivy understood. "But that's just damage control. The real plan is to track down the hacker, gather evidence, and submit it anonymously to law enforcement."Ivy's lips curled up in a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "So you contacted my manager behind my back, sneaked out of the room at midnight, and returned to your interests you had abandoned for years—all of that just to help me." Her smile grew wider as her heart swelled with gratitude. Looking into his eyes, his determination to protect her was palpable.Zack just nodded, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her close.In the silence, Ivy's mind drifted. She felt cherished, protected. He'd always been there for her, even when she didn't know it. Even at the start of their marriage, he had always been there; he would emerge out
After the line disconnected, Kate's hand glided down from her ears as she tilted her head towards the man whose face was mere inches away from hers. She adjusted herself on his lap with one hand wrapped around his neck. The smile on her face faded, replaced by a look of adoration as her eyes locked onto his deep emerald eyes—ones that always made her heart flutter in a maddening way she had never felt before. "Why are you helping me, Chris? You barely know me," she said, her voice barely audible as a flush crept up to her cheek. Chris's smirk was almost imperceptible, his eyes narrowing as he tugged the strand of her hair. He didn't respond but gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his face. Their lips poised, and purposely his lips hovered over hers. Kate shut her eyes, awaiting the kiss, but it never came. Instead, he briefly brushed his lips on hers and pulled away. Chris's smirk was now perceptible as he stared at her eyes closed, his gaze wandering over her i
Recalling the events of that night, Kate's smile grew wider, her pulse quickening as she drowned in her reverie - the face of the handsome stranger, his kind gesture. Well, technically he wasn't a stranger anymore now that there seemed to be some chemistry between them, and the more she thought of him, the more she realized just how deeply her infatuation had grown. She let out a soft sigh, glancing at the moving scenery, her mind drifting to the promise he made. She couldn't help but wonder why he would want to help her get revenge. He was the one who had given her an idea of how to expose Irene's true identity to the media. How could one man be so considerate and gentlemanly to such an extent? Why would he invest himself in her revenge? What drove his willingness to help? Was it purely altruism or something more? So many questions clouded her mind.As the city blurred outside her car window, Kate's thoughts continued to linger on Chris as he was still etched into her memory. She f
As Ivy's screams echoed through the cemetery, Steve's face turned pale as he had become the center of attention. Ivy's words about him being a killer sent the mourners murmuring, whispering among themselves. Zack continued holding Ivy back, with Irene later stepping in. The fire in Ivy's eyes continued to burn fiercely, something Steve had never seen in her eyes before. This wasn't the same sweet, innocent daughter he used to know; he usually compared her to her mother, but Ivy had proved to be different—a drastic gap that sent his head spinning. He could no longer keep his cool; neither could he stand the scene unfolding, so he silently slipped out of the crowd, casting a brief yet menacing gaze at Ivy. "Ivy, please! Stop!" "You are not thinking clearly..." Zack and Irene's words faded into the background as Steve made his way to his car and slid into it, as though trying to shut himself off from the world. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside him. Ivy
The sky was a deep, foreboding gray, as if it too were mourning the loss of Judy. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth as Ivy walked behind the hearse, her eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket adorned with a spray of white lilies, Judy's favorite flowers.As they reached the gravesite, the mourners gathered around, their faces etched with grief and sorrow. But Ivy's eyes were fixed on one person alone, one person she wished she could crush, melt, break, or kill if it wasn't against the law. Steve stood in front of everyone else, his face showing the grief more than anyone else. Many would relate, after all, it's his sister that died, but Ivy saw through that facade. It seemed Steve enjoyed killing; he should start bracing himself for his own death!"Ivy. Ivy! Snap out of it, okay?" Zack called, pulling Ivy from her thoughts. "Don't cause a scene, at least not now."Ivy didn't even realize her face was scrunched like a ball that had been crushed by a hydraulic press. She
Ivy trudged through the front door, feeling emotionally drained. The image of Judy’s lifeless body repeatedly flashed before her eyes as she blinked back the tears that had threatened to fall.She felt like she was drowning, unable to escape the overwhelming ache that had settled in her chest. It stung so much that she could hardly breathe. With a shaking hand, she reached for the sofa, collapsing into it, craving the comfort that it should offer, but it never came. All she felt was numbness that refused to go away. The pain of losing a loved one... it was so familiar, so daunting, bringing back old painful memories. Judy was gone just like that? Now she was nothing more than a memory, one she wished she could bring to life once again. Tears flowed down her cheeks, having lost the will to fight them.She took a deep breath and pulled out her phone to call Zack, the one she could lean on.Zack picked up on the first ring, his voice sweet and casual. "Hey, how are you?"Ivy sniffled, tr
The courtroom erupted into chaos, and Steve's face turned beet red with anger and frustration. He abruptly stood up and stormed out of the room. Ivy watched him go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She felt a sense of vindication, knowing that Jeremy had been found guilty, sooner Steve will be next.Ivy pushed the thought aside and turned to Zack, a smile spreading across her face. "We did it," she whispered, her eyes shining with tears. Zack grinned back, pulling her into a tight hug. As they hugged, Ivy's mind began to wander to Judy. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The call from the hospital had seemed so urgent, so real. What if it wasn't a ruse? What if Judy was hurt? Ivy's smile faltered, and she pulled back from Zack. "I need to go to the hospital," she said and Zack's expression changed from celebratory to concerned. "What's wrong?" Ivy hesitated. "I don't know if the call from the hospital was real or not. But I need to check. What if Jud
The courtroom was packed as Ivy and Zack took their seats behind the prosecutor's table. Steve arrived shortly and sat across from her, his eyes cold and calculating. Ivy's heart raced as she avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the prosecutor, who was shuffling through his notes.The judge, a stern-looking woman, entered the courtroom, and the bailiff called the room to order."This court is now in session," the judge declared, her voice firm and commanding. "The case before us today is the state versus Jeremy Hale. Mr. Prosecutor, you may proceed with your opening statement."The prosecutor, a tall, imposing man with a confident smile, stood up, surveying the courtroom before beginning his statement."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the case before us today is a heinous crime. A young woman's life was almost cut short due to the reckless actions of the defendant, Jeremy Hale. We will present evidence that shows his actions were not only negligent but also intentional."Ivy felt a
The ride to the court felt like an eternity; it was as though the car was moving at a slow pace, which wasn't the case at all. Ivy let out a big gush of air, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She was determined to see justice served, but the news about her aunt's accident weighed heavily on her heart.She glanced at Zack, who was seated beside her, his expression a mask of calm determination."Hey, you okay?" Zack asked, noticing her gaze.Ivy nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit nervous."Zack's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can tell by the way you're playing with your nails."Ivy's expression faltered for a moment as she stared at her hand and realized she had indeed been fidgeting with her nails. She dropped her hand, feeling a slight flush rise to her cheeks. "I guess I am a bit more nervous than I thought," she admitted, trying to laugh it off.Zack smiled reassuringly and took her hand in his. "It's okay to be nervous, Ivy. This is a big day. But you're prepare
Ivy stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blazer for what felt like the hundredth time. She took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, and nodded to herself. Today was the day she'd finally face Jeremy in court and put him to justice.The door creaked open, and she turned around to find Zack dressed in a crisp, navy-blue suit, his tie perfectly knotted. He caught her eye and smiled, his expression confident."You okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close."Yeah, I am..." Ivy responded, her voice low but laced with steel. "I'm ready."Zack smiled softly, spun her around, and enveloped her in a reassuring hug. "You're going to do great."Ivy's warm smile faltered as she leaned into the comfort of his shoulders. The silence between them was soothing, filled with the gentle sound of his breathing. But the shrill ringtone of her phone pierced the calm, jolting her upright.She pulled away, her eyes locking onto the screen as she hesitated. The number was unkn
Ivy sat on the edge of the bed as Dr. Harrison examined her. Meanwhile, Zack watched anxiously from the corner of the room, his heart pounding in his chest. "Well, let's see," Dr. Harrison said, his brow furrowed as he checked Ivy's vitals. "Your blood pressure seems a bit low, and you're a bit pale. Have you been experiencing any other symptoms?" Ivy shook her head. "Just nausea and this… this bleeding from my nose." Dr. Harrison nodded thoughtfully. "And when was your last period?" Ivy hesitated, suddenly remembering she hadn't really considered that. "I… I'm not sure. Maybe a week ago?" Dr. Harrison's eyes widened slightly. "Mr. Anderson, I think we should run some tests. Just to be sure." Zack's heart sank. "What kind of tests?" Dr. Harrison hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Well, given Ivy's symptoms and the missed period, I'd like to rule out a few possibilities. We'll need to do a blood test and a pregnancy test." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "A pre
ONE WEEK BEFORE THE TRIAL The blanket stirred, ripping like a wave, as Zack and Ivy's bodies moved in sync. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their breath mingling in the quiet room. Ivy had her hand wrapped around Zack's neck, deepening the kiss. Her soft moans filled the room. But just as they were getting lost in the moment, the shrill ring of Ivy's phone shattered the intimacy. Ivy pulled away, reaching for her phone on the bedside table, but when she saw who the caller was, she cut the call and let out a frustrated sigh. “Judy again, isn’t it?” Zack asked, irritation creeping into his voice. Ivy nodded and slumped back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Judy had been blowing up her phone nonstop, sending her a barrage of texts and voicemails. It had become increasingly annoying by the day, and Ivy felt like just meeting with her and giving her a piece of her mind. On the other hand, she didn’t feel like it, as she knew Judy wouldn’t stop apologizing. “I