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
Kate's heels tapped relentlessly on the floor of the limo, her gaze never leaving Irene's face as her eyes flashed with subtle anger. Once in a while, her lips would twitch as she fought to contain the disgust flaring within her. Just the smug look on Irene's face was enough to make her gag."Why are you being so loud with your feet?" Ethan, who was directly across from her, snapped, his face twisted in irritation. Then his expression changed as if he had just realized something. "Oh, you're nervous because you haven't been on the news before."Kate looked away, concealing the disgust on her face. Ethan wasn't let off among people who ridiculed her; it was a daily occurrence for him to insult her.Irene stared at her blankly; her eyes wandered over her until she caught sight of something hanging on her chest. She pulled closer, her finger pointing to Kate's bosom. "Wait a minute, did you stuff your bra?" she scoffed, her voice laced with amusement.Kate cringed, slapping Irene's hand
Just when the host was getting ready to end the introduction, Kate's fingers closed around the water bottle like a vice, and with a swift motion, she poured its contents onto Irene's flawlessly made-up face.Irene's gasp echoed through the stunned silence. She flinched back in response to Kate's sudden unexpected drenching, her eyes widening in shock. The liquid splashed across her perfectly contoured face, sending her makeup streaming down like a ruined canvas.As her smeared makeup slowly cascaded down her face, it revealed her true complexion beneath the facade.The next second, there was a loud chorus of shocked murmurs from the audience. The other reporters in the corner were immediately swept off their feet and hurried to the scene. Their camera lenses clicked wildly, capturing the dramatic moment that would never be forgotten in entertainment news. The host stood dumbstruck as he noticed the different shades in Irene's face; though it wasn't overly perceptible, something click
"Ha ha ha!" Susan slumped her back on the sofa as she burst into a fit of laughter. Her shoulders bounced with each guffaw, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "Oh my god, Kate's finally done it!" she exclaimed, wiping tears from her cheeks. "I've been waiting for this moment since the beginning of the show!" She said, glancing at Ivy, who had a triumphant smile on her face. Ivy poured champagne into the two glasses on the table, her smile never faltering. "This calls for celebration," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she passed a glass over to Susan. Susan accepted the glass, clinking it against Ivy's. "To Kate's epic takedown!" she toasted, taking a sip. Ivy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement; she had been holding back her laughter ever since, but now she could no longer contain it. Her hand flew over her face as her head drooped down, her shoulder bouncing up. "Come on, laugh out loud! Why are you holding back?" Susan gently slapped her
Zack stared at his tablet for what felt like forever, hesitant. He was finally going to see the one who was behind his accident. But now the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He knew this call could change everything, reveal a face he might recognize, or a stranger he would despise. He wasn't sure he was ready for either.Ivy was by his side, squeezing his arm tightly and encouraging him to do it. "Come on, Finn made this possible for you, so... let’s get it over with," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nudging him to tap on the screen."Alright," he said finally, but as Ivy attempted to speak, a loud cry came out from the room."Lucas again," she growled and got up, placing a soft kiss on Zack's cheek. "Be right back."With that, she left, and Zack decided to get it over with as Ivy had said. He tapped on the screen, and there just what he had feared stared right back at him.Those familiar emerald eyes..."Chris. So it was really you," Zack whispered, disbelief
THE NEXT MORNING, Ivy and Zack made their way downstairs, luggage in tow, with Lucas giggling in his stroller. Lucas was babbling excitedly, clearly sensing the adventure ahead, and Ivy couldn't help but smile at her little boy's enthusiasm. Although she was still a bit hesitant about leaving, Zack's and Lucas's enthusiasm was infectious.But she had to agree a vacation would benefit them all.Just as they were about to head out the door, Xavier, their butler, rushed in, looking flustered."Wait, please!" Xavier exclaimed. "We have a visitor."Ivy's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering. "Who is it?"Xavier hesitated before responding. "It's... your..." Before he could finish, a voice cut in."Zack has woken up all this time, and you didn't bother informing us," Henry walked in, the old man right beside him.The moment he set eyes on Zack, he went straight to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, son..."Zack, caught off guard, returned the hug, a mix of surprise and conf
"Ivy, remember when I took Roy outside?" Zack said, and Ivy frowned. "Yes, of course." "I thought... I thought I saw Chris. Briefly. Just a glimpse." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Chris? But... he hasn't called since that day..." "Exactly," Zack said, his brow furrowed. "But what if... what if... I don't know...?" Ivy shook her head, dismissing the idea. "Zack, that's impossible. Didn't you say he was an imposter?" "I'm starting to doubt that 'imposter' theory," Zack said. "It's too convenient the way he operates in the shadows... it's shady." Ivy's eyes narrowed, having a hard time processing everything. If he wasn't an imposter, then why hadn't he reunited with Zack? Why was he hiding? "What if... he has a vendetta? Against you?" Ivy sprang from the bed, her head filled with fear gnawing at her. She knew what it felt like to be wanted dead, and now Zack, this childhood friend... if it's true, then it's even worse than she imagined. "Maybe we should tell Finn every
"Lucas, I'm home!" Zack announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of their living room. Ivy smiled and quickly got beside him. "Careful, Zack," she cautioned, her hand lightly touching his arm. "Remember, you're still recovering." "Now you want me to be treated like a fragile piece of glass, huh?" Zack said with his usual smirk, and Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, that's what you are right now." Zack smirked, closing the short distance between them. "Is that so?" Ivy stepped back, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Zack, this isn't the right place to... you know, do your usual thing..." She then said with gritted teeth, "Maria and Lucas are coming." Zack turned to find Maria smiling his way. She bowed slightly and then placed Lucas on the ground. "There he is," Zack said, his voice softening as he knelt down. He extended his arms, a wide, welcoming smile on his face. "Come here, buddy. Daddy's home." Lucas hesitated, his gaze shifting between Zack and
"Zack, tomorrow's a big day. Lucas is hitting nine months," Ivy said, her voice soft as she gently ran her hands over Zack's. "Can you believe it? Nine months already?"She tried hard to grin, but what came out was a pathetic smile. "I... started him on complementary foods, you know. He seems to really like mashed sweet potatoes with a little cinnamon. He makes the funniest face when he tastes something new, but sweet potatoes are definitely his favorite."Ivy chuckled, despite knowing that Zack couldn't hear her. The sound was more for her own benefit, a way to release some of the tension and sadness that had been building up inside.But as she looked at Zack's still face, her expression shifted. Her smile faltered, and her eyes welled up with tears.Ivy's sigh turned into a sob, and she buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow.She had hoped Zack would wake up before their son turned seven months, but now he was nine months, still trapped in this limbo.He didn't get to
SIX MONTHS LATERIvy's hands trembled as she held the phone, Bryan's voice sounding at the other end."Ma'am, we found him last night," Bryan said, his tone gentle but firm. "The driver who hit Zack. We've got a positive ID."Ivy's breath caught in her throat. Six months of waiting, wondering, and fighting for answers. Finally, she was going to get some justice."Who is it?" Ivy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause before Bryan responded, "Marcus Thompson. The police are bringing him in for questioning. They're going to push him hard to see if he'll talk."Ivy's grip on the phone tightened. "Will he talk?""There's a good chance he might," Bryan said. "Thompson's got a history of criminal activity. He's been in and out of jail for various offenses. If the police can leverage that, he might be willing to cooperate."Ivy's mind was racing. "How soon can they get him to talk?" She wanted to wipe that smug look off Albert's face.Bryan hesitated before responding, "W
Ivy's car halted in front of the Anderson mansion. It was the early hours of the morning, and Ivy decided to seize this opportunity to get answers.She slammed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion. She didn't bother to knock before entering.A sliver of light spilled out from the lounge, the air thick with the smell of stale liquor."Albert!" Ivy yelled, scanning the whole place. "Albert, where are you?"Footsteps sounded, and Henry appeared coming down the stairs, draped in a robe and his hair a bit messy."It's too early to yell," he said, but as his eyes landed on Ivy, a frown settled on his face."What are you doing here?""Where is Albert?" Ivy asked, and Henry's brow deepened."Ivy, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sitting with Zack at the hospital?""Where is Albert?" Ivy's expression turned serious, the one that tells you, "I'm losing my patience."Henry's eyes lingered on her for a moment before finally pointing to a corner."Turn left."Wit
"I never should have let you leave." Ivy whimpered, squeezing Zack's hand, as if trying to coax life back into his fingers. "I should have forced you to eat breakfast... maybe... maybe..."She choked on tears trickling down her cheek... "maybe you would have escaped it..." she sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, but it was no use. The dam broke, and she let out a heart-wrenching sob, her body shaking uncontrollably."How long are you going to stay like this, huh? How long before you wake up..." she mumbled. "It's only been a few hours, and I can't keep seeing you like this..."He had always been the strong one, the rock that held her together when she broke down. But now he was the one who was broken, and she was left to pick up the pieces. All she could do was hope he would wake up sooner.Ivy's sobs slowly subsided as she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.Her chest tightened, but she pushed through, squeezing his arm with all the strength she could muster."Please w
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Ivy murmured, pacing back and forth in the room with the crying Lucas in her arms. "Mommy's here." The nanny, Maria, sat on the couch, watching them with concern, occasionally standing up and sitting back down on the couch in frustration. Lucas's cries only intensified, his small body writhing in discomfort. He was unusually fussy, refusing his bottle and arching his back in distress. Ivy had tried everything – changing his diaper, offering him a pacifier, singing lullabies – but nothing seemed to make him calm down. Maria got up and approached Ivy. "Let me try, Mrs. Anderson," But Ivy shook her head. "No, I've got him. I just need to... figure out what's wrong." She continued to pace, trying to rock Lucas to sleep. "What's wrong, my little one?" she whispered, her heart throbbing slightly. Lucas usually didn't cry this way for this long. She glanced at the clock, wondering if she should call Zack and tell him about Lucas's behavior. But it would b