The internet was on fire. The news of Mirabel fainting spread like wildfire. The reporters claimed everything was Ivy's fault and Mirabel could not be any happier than this. "Ivy... Can you please wait?" Dillon called as soon as he got out of his car. He locked the door and scurried after Ivy.Ivy halted her footsteps and turned to face him with folded arms. Her mouth was pouted. Her misted eyes radiated pain. "What the hell do you want from me? You see! I kept wondering if you didn't think twice before behaving shamelessly," She spat out and walked away. Dillon was speechless. How can he be haunted by what he didn't do intentionally?*. *. * Kayla just finished taking her bath, and with a towel wrapped around her slim, flawless body, she stepped into the bedroom. She creamed her body and dressed up happily. She has finished her first college degree and she has to go and look for a place to work as an intern. And since she was aspiring to be a reporter, she decided to go for

Mirabel waved her hands, smiling widely and sending creepiness down Ivy's spine. She sneered inwardly and stared at her, surprised and perplexed. "I am sure you must have had a long day. Go to your room, shower, and rest," She chuckled wickedly afterward. Ivy rolled her eyes, folded her arms, and went to sit on the sofa opposite her. Unsmiling, she asked, "Are you sure you haven't missed your way?" "Come off that. How can I miss my way to my fiance's house?" Ivy knew she was just trying to trigger her anger and she wouldn't let it. "Fiance??? Did no one tell you that a married man is no longer some sluts' fiance?" The statement hit Mirabel in the face like a slap. She sprang up and balled her fist furiously. She bit her lower lips, controlling her veins from puking out of her skin. "I dare you to repeat that statement," She pointed a finger at her. Her body trembled because of her exasperation.Ivy giggled and muttered nonchalantly, "I don't know when a slut starts get

The chirping sounds of the birds pierced into Ivy's ear. She stretched and yawned with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes weakly and her gaze landed on an Air Conditioner. That was strange. There was an AC in her room but it was beside her bed not in front of it.Didn't she sleep in her room?" She rhetorically asked in her mind. Instantly, the memories from the previous night rushed into her head and she sprang up. She remembered she walked out of the house herself and the last thing she recollected was that she sat on a bench at the bus terminus before everything turned dark. "Where am I? Where is this place?" She was still asking herself when the door opened and a young girl walked in. She was wearing a white apron on her waist and her dress looked like she was a maid. "Good morning, my lady. I hope you enjoyed your night," She humbly asked, smiling. Though she was feeling uneasy, Ivy still managed to smile back. "Er... Sorry, where am I?" She finally spoke out. The lady

Ivy heard a knock on her door, she opened it and when she saw Dillon, she hissed and went to sit on the bed. "Can I come in?" He asked, flashing an uneasy smile at her. "You can choose to go back," She answered, unsmiling.Dillon walked in and sat on the bed, beside her.After a few minutes of silence, he broke it, "Mum has gone back home,"Ivy kept mute. She was staring at nowhere in particular. "I'm sorry, wifey. I know I have been stupid and annoying lately, but can you please find a place in your heart to forgive me?" He slowly started.Ivy retracted her gaze and fixed it on him. Unhurriedly, a smile crept out of her lips and she pulled him into a hug. "You know I can't get angry with you for so long," She muttered amidst laughter. "And that's what makes you the best wife in the world," The duo kissed afterward. And slowly, it turned into a heated session of countless rounds of sex.The Next Day Ivy tried to move her legs but found out her thighs are swollen and

"Madam! Madam!! Madam!!! Are you listening? Madam?" Dillon's secretary called. She was trying to jolt Ivy from her weird thoughts.Ivy finally realized it was only her imagination, she shook her head, feeling alive. She took a last peep at the secretary's banging body. It was too tempting and that was the reason she had that dirty thought as soon as she saw her.She laughed, embarrassed. She raised a question, "Where is your boss?" Since nobody was aware the president is married. The secretary squeezed her face, awed by the way Ivy requested him informally. "He's in his office. Do you have any appointments with him?" She asked hesitantly. There was still shock on her face as she responded. "Err... No, because it is a surprise. He didn't know I would be coming to his company today. This should be my first time here," She excitedly explained. The secretary found her behavior weird.She tilted her head and looked at her with scrutiny. She was dolled up like a cultured and so