Irene paid her a visit at the apartment as promised. It took Kate roughly five minutes for her to open the door. Irene, seeing the expression plastered on her face, knew something must have gone wrong. Whatever it is, she was going to find out....Without coming in, she asked, "Tell me the real reasons you haven't posted that video, Kate."Kate sighed. There was nothing she could do to avoid the question. "I'm sorry, I don't have it anymore.""What?!" Irene closed the door behind her and sat on the sofa. "What the hell of a joke is that?"Kate sighed again. She had been sighing since the start of the day. Here comes the hard part. She would have to explain how it disappeared and listen to how she chose to fix it, because she knew Irene would stop at nothing to achieve what she wants."Zack Anderson made me delete it. I swear it's the truth. He knew about the video and I don't know how..."If Kate had told her those exact words before the family get-together, she would have doubted. Sh
The woman happened to be a friend to a reporter, so she texted him the audition location and who she saw. At first, she was doubted; how would an actress who had been blacklisted by three different agencies have the nerve to attend an audition, especially after being involved in a recent scandal that was still circulating all over... For the woman to prove it was true, she took a selfie making her back face Ivy's direction, capturing herself and a glimpse of Ivy's side view. Ivy might have put on a slight disguise, but it wasn't enough to conceal her distinctive features as her overall features are easily recognized. Her dimples were clearly visible on her face even when she wasn't smiling. Just the movement of her lips was enough to summon the indent. Number 41 was called; it was the girl's turn to audition. Ivy could only wish her good luck on her arrogance; she should prove it out there and not to her face... When the girl entered the audition room, she was told to act out a scen
As Ivy exited the audition room, she put her glasses back on and smiled all the way to her car."Are we going back to the villa, Ma'am?" The driver asked as he tapped his hand on the steering wheel."Yes, but let's first stop by the flower shop," she replied. 'It's June 28.' Her mind trailed off when she thought of the reason she wanted to buy flowers. It was her parents' anniversary, and since their death, she had been buying flowers to mark the occasion. She sighed and tried shaking off a lingering thought popping up in her head. She promised herself not to dwell on the thought, but it was unavoidable. June 28 brought a lot of bad memories that weren't supposed to be considered a special occasion. She refused to let the particular date bring her sadness, which is why she continued to buy flowers and turned it into the complete opposite of what it truly was.The car drove off, leaving the audition venue, and a young woman stepped out of the building with a dimple clearly visible on h
I hate you!" Irene smashed the bedside lamp, and it shattered on the floor, leaving her with a scratch on her left ankle. Huffing, she hurled the pillow with all the strength she could muster and tripped, falling to the ground. "I hate you so much." She pounded the ground with a fist full of fury. "URRG!!!!!!!" As she felt her hand welling with pain, she stopped and flung down the photograph placed on the wall. She paused as she looked at the particular mess she created. "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She broke down, but no tears fell from her eyes as she picked the photo, tore half of it, and clutched the other half to her chest. "I'm so sorry." She said in a whisper as she closed her eyes and pictured an image in her head. "I'll make the both of them pay, I'll make them pay." She said repeatedly, gritting her teeth and clenching her fist sore. "I'll make them pay, I'll make them pay." All of her emotions welling up, but she refused to shed a tear. 'They will shed tears, I'
She moved backward until her back touched the wall as her heart raced. It wasn't because of fear, but the intense gaze in his eyes gleamed with attraction, making her heart throb in rhythm with his captivating face.Zack placed his hand on the wall, blocking her way of escape as he tilted his head slightly, staring deep into her eyes. So many thoughts were flowing through his head at the moment.Ivy cleared her throat, signaling they were way too close, yet Zack was still fixed in his position. Ivy cleared her throat again, but it was like he zoned out."Hubby, hubby." There was no reply, 'he's teasing me again.'The resonating sound from his phone made her breathe in relief. She didn't notice she was holding her breath."Your phone is ringing."She told him, and he left her alone. Now that she was set free, she went to the kitchen to prepare her treat. It was what she usually did every June 28 with Irene, but as of now, she wasn't someone she should mingle with any longer. She knew s
When the production team saw that their film was hyped up because of the photo posted, they announced a press release for the film 'Wedding Catastrophe'.As Ivy saw the announcement on their website, she immediately knew she was replaced. But she couldn't quite figure out why the director went back on his word after telling her she got the role. She was very certain they were impressed by her acting. Brushing it off, she refused to feel dejected; there were other opportunities out there, she just had to find them. After the announcement, they released the poster for the film, and her eyes caught someone she recognized in the poster. She turned speechless as she saw who many would assume was her among the cast. She zoomed in to get a better look at the so-called Ivy, the dimples were seen on her cheek and those eyes......"Who is this imposter!" She couldn't help it; she had to exclaim. It was too surprising to remain silent looking at her replica; even their hair color was the same.
Do you have any idea who this is?" Susan inquired taking a sip of her coffee. "Forget who is behind that mask, let's get down to business. I want you back as my manager." Susan was all smiles, her grin made Ivy smile in response. She did miss the old days when Ivy told her she was quitting her career. Susan tried persuading her, but she insisted. She didn't tell her the reasons though; she just told her she can't continue anymore, and they parted ways. If she had told her it was because of a man, she knew exactly what Susan would say... 'Men are deceptive.' Susan too got her own share of heartbreak and betrayal. "I would love to be your manager again only when you promise me you will not take a hiatus without prior warning or reasons." Ivy smiled, "I promise." "Are you really married to Zack Anderson?" Susan was holding in her excitement. "That's old news," Ivy casually said. "OMG, how did it happen? I mean, I thought he was gay. He never spared any woman a glance." "It
The reporters looked at each other incredulously, with one thought flowing through their minds. "Are they identical twins?" "I don't remember her having any twin," said one reporter. "From what I know, she doesn't have a twin." "Why would she appear here and now? Is there a fake identity?" All those inward questions wouldn't be answered until he made a move to interview them personally. About half of the reporters went over to the new arrival, while the other half hurled another question to the other pair. A smile was plastered on their faces as they faced the reporters, so it was hard to tell what was going on in their minds at that moment. Normally in such a situation they expected to see hostilities between them, or angry expressions if they were unaware they had a replica of themselves. But their reaction was off the charts; it seemed there was a secret mind game going on between them. "Is she your twin?" one of the reporters asked the checkered-dressed Ivy Hale, and he
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