Meanwhile, inside the police station, a man decked out in a tailored suit requested to see the chief. As they recognized him, his request was honored instantly. "Welcome, sir," they showered him with respect as they brought him to the chief. The chief, upon seeing him, greeted him with courtesy. The man's appearance indicated that he was sent by a prominent figure who was not to be offended at any cost. "Mr. Bryan, what brings you here?" Bryan was Zack Anderson's right-hand man. His presence meant Zack Anderson's shadow was also there. Bryan's calm gaze fell on the chief. "I came regarding the present case. I have something useful." The chief quickly understood his hint and called the police officers handling the case. The officers who interrogated Ivy broke into a cold sweat upon seeing Bryan. "Sir..." "I am very disappointed with the police force. You all claim to bring justice yet let a criminal escape right under your nose," Bryan got straight to the point. The chief could o
Seeing the police leading Ivy for interrogations, the reporters' speculations were aroused. Though Isabelle claimed Ivy was the one behind the attack, she never took any action regarding the assault. But all of a sudden, another assault case sprang up, one that was more serious to the extent of her being bedridden for many days, unlike the first attack that she only stayed for two days. And all the claims pointed at the same person. The matter got them interested to know why would Ivy Hale, currently known as Mrs. Ivy Anderson, do something as outrageous as that.Bully a fellow actress? For what reasons? She could easily climb up the ranks with her fame, even though she took a hiatus from the industry. Her comeback sprouted the netizens, so why would she try to hurt Isabelle, who was just playing the role of a supporting character, whereas she was the main lead?With the media guiding the netizens' path, they dwelled on the assumptions that Ivy might be the culprit. Since there was no
"Mrs. Anderson is here.""Why did she come here?""Mrs. Anderson."The reporters were getting more excited at her dramatic entrance, it reminded them of the same way she appeared at the press conference for 'Wedding Catastrophe' to show them that there were two Ivy Hales. It turns out, she was the real one after all. And now, it seems she appeared for what exactly, they were not sure if her statement will help prove that she is not the culprit.Ivy walked forward in her black dress, her heels collided with every step, sending a creepy feeling to the one seated in a wheelchair at the opposite direction. This time there was no smile plastered on her face; instead, it was filled with an emotionless gaze peering at all the individuals that were blemishing her hard-earned reputation. She stopped in front of the crowd of reporters without saying anything.Isabelle manager's face was tinted red with anger, such audacity to show up at the press conference that wasn't organized by her! The onl
"What is the producer doing here?" "Director Tim." "Are you here to publicly replace them?" "Who will you replace among the both of them?" Director Tim's face was plastered with burning fury, but it was not on par with Stephen's. Stephen felt like crashing Isabelle's head on her wheelchair - only then will he call it an assault. "Producer Stephen, are you here to publicly announce a replacement?" Stephen brushed off the reporter and walked up to Isabelle, "How are you feeling now, Isabelle?" Isabelle's mind was in turmoil; she couldn't understand what was going on. The producer's face carried many traces of emotions that couldn't be ascertained. "I'm... I'm..." She was uncertain of how to answer. Stephen replaced his gaze with a profound look that made Isabelle slightly shiver... "Producer Stephen... did I... offend you?" Stephen hissed then turned to Ivy. "Please continue." Ivy smiled in response. "We are all aware I was called for questioning. The footage the polic
"How come the number is saved on your contact list? Give an explanation for that," one of the reporters queried.Isabelle, seeing the reporters slowly drifting from her side, began to panic. "That can't prove anything... I don't... I don't know him... I swear."The officer didn't say anything but took her phone and dialed Desmond's number. Immediately, Desmond's phone, presently in the hands of the officer, rang. The officer gave her a stern look. "How would you explain that?"The reporters were in an uproar."So she faked her attack.""Is she a normal human being?""See how far she went just to destroy another.""She is so despicable."Ivy smirked. The reporters hadn't seen what she really had for them yet; they were already criticizing her.Ethan was dumbfounded. He had made arrangements with Joan to put Desmond's number on Ivy's phone, or did she put it on Isabelle's phone instead. Did she betray them? The moment he thought of this, he received a text.*I swear I added the man's nu
Ivy, followed by Joan, Susan, Stephen, and director Tim, left the hall. "Ivy," Stephen called her. "I'm sorry for not believing you.""You don't have to apologize, producer Stephen," Ivy replied with a slight smile."No, I have to apologize, I already decided to replace you if not for director Tim," Stephen said."Ivy, I mean Mrs. Anderson, can I talk to you? Please." A feminine voice interrupted their conversation. Ivy turned to see who it was. Seeing Isabelle's PA outside the hall, Ivy chuckled. "You left her too. You shouldn't have; now who is going to assist her."Isabelle's PA sighed; she knew Ivy was right, but she came outside to clarify some things with Ivy. "No offense, Mrs. Anderson, you are too ruthless. Why do you have to push her to the edge? You could have just refuted earlier, not when the situation has escalated to this extent.""Can you hear yourself?" Ivy spat. "You were there when she pulled my manager's hair, and you were aware when she was planning to frame me for
Irene was done for the day of filming, so when she returned to her room, Ethan was already waiting for her. "Things slipped; it didn't go as planned." Irene stared blankly at him before sitting beside him. "If it didn't go as planned, it doesn't mean it wouldn't go as planned some other time, and that time is very close." Ethan frowned. Irene was sometimes unpredictable; he expected her to yell or for her to have a sour face, but instead, she wasn't bothered. "Is there something you aren't telling me?" "Isabelle is a very foolish person, so I didn't expect her to help me ruin Ivy." Upon hearing her, he immediately understood she must have butted in. "Ethan, you aren't smart enough. Next time, watch out for Zack Anderson; he is very unpredictable. Ivy, on the other hand, that girl is something else." Mentioning her sister's name, her face scrunched up. Her sister had changed; it wasn't a slight change, and it was annoying her more. "How did Desmond's number..." "About that
The two women were staring deeply into each other's eyes trying to find any hidden trace of hostility masked with a facade. "Nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you," Anna said, still holding onto Ivy's hand. "Same," Ivy responded, retaining her smile. "You came too early," Director Tim interrupted their intros, "You will have to wait until the evening before you film your part." "I came early to get familiar with the rest of the cast and crew, before I begin," Anna replied. Director Tim had no time to idle around, so he went back to work with Ivy. But before then, some of the rest of the crew asked for Anna's autograph, and she willingly signed them with a friendly smile. Looking at the way certain individuals were hovering around her, it made it seem like she was the lead character, whereas Ivy appeared small before her. Some of the crew even started to gossip. "I wonder why Anna wasn't considered to be the lead character." "Yes, what's so special about the outdate
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