Ivy blinked, a mask of indifference slipping into place. "Oh." She mouthed her gaze fixed on nothing in particular as she raised her brow in realization. "So that's your next plan. to kill me?" She chuckled, eating the small distance between them. Now her face was mere inches away from Irene. "I know we fight, but I never thought you felt that way." Irene maintained her stern expression, their eyes never leaving each other's as they tried to match up the intimidating gaze. "Now you do know, I hope you've grasped the depth of my hatred." Irene eyed her in disgust, her voice icy. Ivy chuckled again, her eyes piercing. "Bring it on, it's like I haven't felt that danger before I can face it again." She countered with defiance blazing in her eyes. "I've danced with darkness, Irene, and I've come out unscathed," Ivy countered, defiance blazing in her eyes. Irene's shoulder rose in a careless shrug, her eyes rolling in mockery. "I might walk away with a smile, " Ivy continued, a fie
Ivy hopped into her car, shutting the door behind her and effectively blocking out the tension-filled encounter with Irene. She didn't intend to give Irene's words another thought her sister wasn't a threat, not anymore. Ivy's confidence and newfound resilience had rendered Irene's venomous words powerless. "Get me out of here," she told the driver, her voice firm but calm. As the car pulled away from the curb, Ivy reached into her purse and retrieved her phone. She checked the time, only to find several missed calls registered on the screen. Her brow furrowed as she scrolled through the list, her eyes narrowing at an unfamiliar number. She frowned, trying to recall if she had saved the number or if it was a wrong dial. The area code looked familiar, but the prefix didn't ring a bell. "Who could this be?" she muttered to herself, attempting to dial the number, but a text came in. *I am in the city. Call me immediately you see this message.* Now more confusion. Ivy just s
Judy couldn't help but smile at the couple with their display of love. Her heart swelled with joy that at least she didn't return to find the same ivy for a long time. She had a life now, a good one at that, and by the look of things, she had a husband who treasured her. Her gaze fell to the floor, waiting for them to finish their reunion. “Going out now?” Ivy asked as her eyes narrowed at him. Zack nodded, his expression turning serious. “Something came up, and I have to find out, you know, yesterday's situation,” he replied ambiguously for privacy protection; after all, there was a stranger in the room. Ivy caught on to his hint and smiled, cupping his cheek. “Take care and keep me informed.” Zack smiled back and motioned to leave, but Ivy suddenly held his hand, stopping him. “Sorry, I haven't introduced you yet,” she said, glancing at Judy. “This is my aunt Judy, my father's sister. She just returned from abroad.” Judy stepped forward with a smile, stretching her hand for a h
Roy's voice was laced with skepticism, his eyes narrowing. "We both saw him blow up in that explosion, Zack. What makes you think he'd still be alive?" Zack's jaw clenched, his gaze unwavering. "I know what I saw old man. And I know what I felt. He looks just like him, and I want to find out." Roy raised an eyebrow, incredulity etched on his face. He couldn't bring himself to back out of the argument because he strongly believed that it wasn't in any way possible. "The explosion was catastrophic. No one could've survived. Whoever you saw was playing for a fool, perhaps an impostor—" "I want to believe that," Zack interrupted him, jamming the locker, the impact echoing through the room. "I really want to believe that and no matter how I tried to be in denial; I couldn't." He said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He then looked away, his expression turning thoughtful. "I wanted to believe he was an imposter, but his behavior, his voice, had to be him. Initially, I had been fooling
FLASH BACK Irene slammed the car door shut and slumped into the back seat, still reeling from Ivy's words and behavior. Such audacity! Nothing shakes her up anymore, and her fearlessness has struck a nerve. She pounded into the leather upholstery, her fists clenched in frustration."If you're angry, don't take it out on the car," Ethan said calmly, his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, a hint of annoyance in his voice.Irene's gaze snapped to his, her anger momentarily redirected. "Shut up and drive. Mind your business, Ethan," she snapped, her voice low and even.Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Someone needs to mind yours, Irene. You're going to wear yourself out," he said, averting his eyes as he let out a sigh. "A few minutes ago you looked defeated, and now you're like a lioness. You have emotional problems, Irene. I was angry, and I have calmed down, so you do too."Irene's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Concerned about my well-being, Ethan? How touching. If you're really
END OF FLASHBACKIrene's eyes refocused on the present, precisely the glass of water in front of her, the sounds of the bustling restaurant replacing the echoes of her thoughts. She sat across from Ivy and Judy, the dim lighting and soft hum of conversation enveloping them."He showed himself to you?" Ivy's eyes widened in surprise, her voice laced with doubt. "He's alive, then why is he hiding from me? I don't understand." Her gaze drifted, welling up with unshed tears.Judy gently stroked Ivy's shoulder to calm her down, her eyes fixed on Irene, whose lips were twitching in anger.Their table, nestled in a quiet corner of the restaurant, was set with crisp linens and fine china. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting vegetables wafted through the air, contrasting with the tension at their table.Irene's hands clenched into fists as she grabbed Ivy's hand on the table, her nails digging into her palms. "Don't be so surprised, daddy's girl." She spat, her face twisted in annoya
The restaurant's patrons began to stare, mesmerized by the unfolding drama. Some nearby diners started whispering to their companions, wondering what's going on over at their table. The prying eyes were intensely steady on them as the whispers grew louder. The waiter, sensing the tense atmosphere, decided to approach them, the smile on his face faltering. "Is everything okay, ladies? Can I get you something to—" "Yes," Judy interrupted, her voice firm and laced with a hint of sarcasm. "And do tell, is there anything special on the menu that might help these ladies... unwind?" She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between Ivy and Irene. "Something very, very spicy and hot, I think they need it. A culinary defibrillator, perhaps?" The waiter's eyes widened slightly, sensing the undercurrents of tension. "Ah, well, we do have our signature 'Inferno Wings' – not for the faint of heart, I assure you." Ivy and Irene's eyes flashed with irritation and confusion, momentarily putting
"I hope so." Ivy chuckled as they settled in the back seat. Her mind momentarily shifted back to the main situation - the reason why they had gathered in the first place. "So dad didn't die?" Ivy smiled, feeling a surge of euphoria, but a tingle of uncertainty still lingered. "But why is he hiding from me?" Judy twitched her eyebrow indifferently and shrugged. "He has his reasons, so don't bother yourself if he doesn't want to see you—""You didn't look so surprised when Irene told us he is alive." Ivy responded abruptly, her eyes narrowing at Judy in suprise. "You knew, didn't you?" Judy's eyes darted, taken aback by Ivy's observation for a moment before regaining her composure. "What makes you think that?" Judy chuckled and avoided eye contact, attempting to sound nonchalant.Ivy's gaze didn't waver, her expression turning serious. "Your reaction, or lack thereof, when Irene shared the news. You didn't seem shocked or surprised at all."Judy's expression turned guarded as she fina
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