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
"All thanks to you.....Chris," Kate whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes were fixed on Chris, whose gaze was intently focused on the windshield. An imperceptible smirk curled up his lip as his eyes flickered, but his gaze didn't meet Kate's. Instead, he stared ahead, his smirk growing ever so slightly. He felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing his plan was unfolding perfectly. Kate had taken the bait, and now she was exactly where he wanted her. He had appeared at the perfect time to pick her up at the entrance of the gala venue, which was part of their arrangement in order for her to escape from the media's probing questions, as they would want to find more information to add to the story. "You're amazing, Chris," Kate said, her voice filled with gratitude as she ended the call with Ivy, a warm smile still on her face. "I couldn't have done this without you." Chris smirked and nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the road. "It's nothing," he replied, adding, "You did
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
FEW DAYS LATERIvy sat in the therapist's office, fidgeting with her hands as she tried to process the events of the past few weeks. Firstly, discovering her father was alive, then his repulsion, then the truth behind her mother's death. She sighed. It was all too overwhelming—Zack was right, she needed help if she wanted to dive into the road of vengeance. She had to be emotionally stable to handle the heat. That's why she had agreed to visit a therapist, as the nightmares were becoming unbearable. Ivy couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness that had consumed her for so long.Dr. Thompson, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, took a seat across from her with a warm smile on her face."Welcome, Mrs. Anderson," she greeted, and Ivy returned the smile, forcing her lips to curl up.She looked up at Dr. Thompson, who was watching her with a compassionate gaze, and she asked, feeling a sense of desperation wash over her, "Where do I even start?"Dr. Thompson leaned forward, her eye
"Ivy, Ivy," Zack called softly, standing at the door to their bedroom. Ivy had locked herself in again and refused to answer.It made Zack wonder if he had been too pushy, too insensitive. He knew Ivy was strong and capable, but he also knew that she was still vulnerable, still hurting from her past. And it was like a thorn to his heart to see her suffering.He hoped that she would forgive him, that she would understand that he was only trying to help. But as the minutes ticked by, Zack couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake—one that might take some time to repair."I'm sorry, Ivy," he whispered. "I promise to listen to you, to understand you. Please, just let me in."Zack paused, hoping that Ivy would respond, but there was only silence. He sighed, feeling a pang of regret and worry. He didn't want to lose Ivy, not even for a moment. He wanted to be there for her, to hold her, to comfort her.He tried again, his voice softer, more gentle. "Ivy, please. Don't shut me ou
Once the kitchen was spotless, Ivy and Zack got to work cooking up a storm together. They chatted and joked, with Ivy doing most of the work, supervising Zack on what to do."I'll start chopping the veggies," Ivy said, picking up a knife and heading to the cutting board."What do you need me to chop?" Zack asked, standing beside her."Can you chop the bell peppers and onions?" Ivy replied, starting to chop some broccoli.Zack nodded, taking the knife from Ivy and beginning to chop the bell peppers and onions. The sound of sizzling vegetables and the aroma of stir-fry filled the air as they worked together.As they chopped and cooked, Ivy felt a sense of calm wash over her. This was what she needed – a normal, quiet evening with her husband, away from the drama and stress of her family's secrets. She wished every day could be like this, problem-free.But as they cooked, she couldn't help but think about her conversation with Irene earlier that day. She knew she had to tell Zack about i
Upon hearing Irene, Ivy recall what she had gone through a few months ago with Jake's situation. The danger, fear, and anxiety all came flooding back. Her eyes glazed over as she stared blankly into space. Was she ready to face that kind of situation again? It seemed her father's cruelty was beyond her imagination. "Having second thoughts?" Irene's voice cut through the fog, snapping her back to reality. "It would be better if we don't do anything rash, at least not now." Ivy shook her head in disapproval. She refused to sit back and do nothing while he had threatened her about Jeremy's trial. Upon drifting to this thought, she tugged on Irene's sleeve and forced her to sit back down. Irene didn't resist Ivy's pull but sighed in frustration. "We can't just sit back and do nothing, Irene," Ivy continued. "He's threatening me with Jeremy's case." Irene's brow furrowed in confusion. "Jeremy's case as in—wait." She paused, her eyes widened in shock. "Jeremy is back!" Ivy nodded a
Ivy refused to sit back and let things unfold before her eyes. Though she hadn't recovered from the trauma of her past, she had to take action.Ivy concealed her plan from Zack and her decision to investigate on her own. She needed Zack, but there were actions to be taken without Zack's help.So, the next day as Zack left the office, Ivy put on a brave face, not wanting to arouse any suspicion and also to avoid the retort of a therapist. She waited until Zack was out of sight, and with a sense of purpose and trepidation, Ivy dialed Irene's number.The line went through, and Irene's voice sounded with a hint of irritation."What do you want now?"Ivy ignored Irene's icy tone and got to her point."Let's meet up at the French bistro," she said flatly, leaving no room for protest.Irene chuckled at Ivy's slightly commanding tone, intrigued by whatever reason Ivy might have."What do you want?" Irene repeated, exasperation creeping into her voice."I'd rather discuss that in person, and I
As Zack swept her into their bedroom, Ivy's heart skipped a beat, racing with anticipation. She felt the wall against her back as Zack's strong hands pinned her in place."Late noon sex won't be so bad after all," Ivy teased as she felt Zack's hands cradle her hips, lifting her higher, his fingers digging gently into her skin.Ivy was breathless as her body was pressed closer to Zack's, their faces merely inches apart. The movement sent a thrill through her, and she felt her body responding at all turns."I'm glad you like the ideas," Zack finally spoke, a soft whisper in her ears, as he held her suspended, her hips at his mercy.Ivy's lips parted slightly, her body leaning into him. Her heart throbbed. Instinctively, she found her hand already wrapping around Zack's neck, pulling him close.She knew she should probably pull back, as it wasn't their usual position, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Zack, and she didn't realize it at first, but she needed him right now. H
"Yeah, I don't see tears on your cheek," Susan said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she gently wiped away the tears streaming down Ivy's face.Ivy's eyes widened in embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, trying to compose herself.Susan's expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around Ivy, pulling her into a warm hug. "It's okay, Ivy. Let it all out. I'm here for you."Ivy's resistance crumbled, and she buried her face in Susan's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Susan held her close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance as Ivy finally allowed herself to release the emotions she had been bottling up for so long.As Ivy cried, Susan stroked her hair, murmuring softly, "That's it... Don't worry about the time; we have all day."After what felt like an eternity, Ivy's sobs finally subsided, and she pulled back from Susan, her face red and puffy from crying. Susan handed her a tissue, and Ivy blew her nose, feeling a little more composed."I'm sorry," Ivy said, her voic