Worlds apart

Chapter 33

Ivory froze at the threshold, her heart skipping a beat.

“Honey?” The word echoed in her mind.

Damian never called her honey so he couldn’t be talking to her.

The unspoken question was answered when a woman’s laughter rang from inside the house, light and familiar— painfully mocking too.

The hairs in Ivory’s neck stood up, a feeling of disgust churning her stomach.

For a moment she considered turning and leaving, but she wasn’t here for closure. She was here to retrieve what belonged to her.

She hesitated for a bit, then forced her feet to follow Damian inside.

Her heels clicked differently here, it was no longer the confident echo it had been at the office.

It was now filled with uncertainty and an unfamiliar rush of memories.

There she was.

The woman Ivory once called her best friend— the same woman who had cheated with Damian, shattering every dream she had.

“What’s with them and sitting on the couch legs crossed?” She scoffed, remembering a similar scene with Lori