"I know about that night, Judy!" Ivy fired back; her emotions were all over the place. "It was during that time that I lost my parents, so how did I not know about what Jeremy is talking about?"Her voice reverberated through the room and echoed off the walls, filled with pain, confusion, and desperation.Judy's face contorted in anguish as she slowly shook her head. "Ivy, sweetie, I—""No, Judy!" Ivy interrupted, her hands clenched into fists. "I need to know the truth. What happened that night? What did my mother do to Jeremy? And my father, did he really kill my mother..." She choked on her words, stepping back as she pulled her hair in anguish.Jeremy's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming as if feeding off Ivy's distress."Ah, Aunt Judy, don't be shy. Tell Ivy the whole story. Tell her how her precious mother tried to kill me."Judy's gaze darted between Ivy and Jeremy, her expression torn."Ivy, please understand—""Understand what?" Ivy demanded, her voice rising. "That my moth
"Drop your weapon," one of the police officers commanded, their guns stretched out as they slowly approached Jeremy.Jeremy's head snapped toward the detective, his eyes widening as he slowly put down the knife.Ivy immediately seized the distraction and quickly ran to Zack's side.Meanwhile, Judy sprinted toward the door and stood beside Ivy."Ivy, you're okay?" Zack asked, his voice trembling with concern as he wrapped a protective arm around Ivy's shoulders.Ivy nodded, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she gazed up at Zack. She was more than grateful for having someone reliable like Zack. She was aware that if she picked up the call and let Zack hear what was happening on her end, he would suspect something was wrong, and indeed she was right."I'm okay," she replied, nestling deeper into his arm, her pounding heart now slowing down to a more manageable rhythm. As she leaned into Zack's warmth, she felt a sense o
Zack was perplexed, with numerous questions swirling in his mind about what had occurred, but Ivy seemed utterly distraught, and in an instant, she seized her phone and began dialing a number.As Ivy's fingers flew across the keypad, Zack's confusion deepened. "Ivy, who are you calling?" he asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.Ivy didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the phone as she waited for someone to pick up. Zack's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. Who could Ivy be calling at a time like this?Just as Zack was about to ask again, Ivy's voice cut through the silence. "Irene," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. "We need to talk."Irene's voice came through, surprised. "And what are we going to talk about?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.Ivy wiped a stray tear from her face and readjusted herself in the seat, her eyes now blazing. She tried clearing her mind of what had happened by focusing on finding the truth through Irene
As Ivy stepped out of the car, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The old, ruined house on 5th and Main had been a place of refuge for her and Irene when they were younger. Now, it stood as a haunting reminder of the past, which she couldn't fathom: what had happened. Ivy's eyes scanned the deserted building, her senses on high alert. She had instructed the driver to drop her off a block away, wanting to approach the house on foot. She reached the entrance of the house, a large wooden door that hung crookedly on its hinges. Ivy pushed the door open, her eyes adjusting to the dim light within. The interior of the house looked exactly as she recalled, but there was something surprising. She had anticipated discovering - dusty old furniture, cobwebs hanging from the chandeliers - yet the space was immaculate. And then, she saw her. Irene stood by the window, her back facing Ivy. "Irene," Ivy said, her voice firm but controlled as she approached her.
NINE YEARS AGO "Mom, Dad, Irene, I'm home!" fifteen-year-old Ivy announced as she burst through the door of her parents' home. Coming home for Christmas was a tradition she cherished deeply. Every year, Ivy would eagerly anticipate the holidays, counting down the days until she could leave her Aunt Judy's home and return to her family's warm and loving abode. As she dropped her bags on the floor, Ivy's eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, taking in the cozy decorations and the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen. "Hello, sweetie!" her mother, Margaret, called out from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face as she emerged to hug Ivy tightly. "We've missed you so much! How was your trip?" Ivy hugged her mother back, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her. "It was fine, Mom. I'm just glad to be home. Where's Dad?" she asked, scanning the whole living room. The moment Ivy mentioned her father, Margaret's expression shifted to irritation, but s
"Margaret, what's your problem with him?" Steve snapped, his face twisted in anger as he approached Margaret. Ivy's eyes darted between the two of them, sensing the tension escalating. She began to wonder when all of this began; she had never experienced her parents fighting before. Margaret's face remained cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "What is my problem? Seriously, Steve?" she repeated, her voice low and venomous. "You really don't know, do you? You really don't know what you've done." Steve took a step closer to Margaret. "We've talked about this, Margaret. Let's not cause a scene." But Margaret just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh really, we'll talk about this?" she chuckled, pointing towards Jeremy. "About him? Steve, aren't you ashamed to say that?" Ivy's eyes widened in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Why was her mother so upset? Irene stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Margaret's. "Mom, calm down, okay?" But Margaret just shook her head,
Margaret's eyes widened even further, and she took a step closer to Ivy. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "You're just a child; you don't know what's going on!" Ivy stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I may not know everything, Mom," she said, her voice now steady. "But I do know that you're being really mean to Jeremy and to Dad. And it's not right." Margaret's expression turned even angrier, but she knew she could never raise her hand to slap Ivy. "You're just like your father," she spat. "You always take his side, no matter what." "That's not true, Mom!" Ivy spat in anger, her voice higher than intended. "I'm just trying to be fair. And I think you're being really unfair to Dad!" Margaret's face twisted and she turned away from Ivy. "Just get out of my sight, Ivy," she said, her voice cold. "Go to your room and stay there." Ivy felt a twinge in her heart, but she knew that she couldn't stay in the house right now. She needed
PRESENTIvy's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "Why did Jeremy follow you into your room like that?" she asked, but Irene just chuckled bitterly, her eyes glinting with a mix of sadness and amusement."You're intrigued, aren't you?" she asked, brushing off Ivy's question as she slumped back on the sofa. "You know it's your fault. If you hadn't storm off from the house, maybe, just maybe, mother would still be alive."Ivy's confusion deepened as she could sense the pain and resentment in Irene's voice. "How could you say that, Irene?" Ivy said, feeling a knot form in her stomach as she realized that Irene was once again blaming her for their mother's death. Yeah, she always does, ever since her death, and she couldn't quite grasp how it was her fault.Ivy was well aware that her words had hurt her mother, and she felt guilty for that, but Irene kept rubbing it in her face as if she wanted Ivy to feel responsible for their mother's passing. Ivy's mind flashed back to that fateful da
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