THIRTY-TWO

Ivan’s pov:

“Call me when you get home”

“I will Babe” I kissed her forehead and watched her go in and close the door.

Everybody had left the party; I didn’t think we stayed that long at the garden.

I got in my car, checked under the passenger’s seat to make sure the documents were still there, and thankfully they were.

I headed home at once to meet my mum in the living room, still wearing her clothes from the party.

“Where’s dad?”

“He left for New York, he’s expecting you there tomorrow, bright and early” she sounded tired.

“Of course, he wastes no time” I muttered,unbuttoning the first few buttons of my dress shirt.

I felt choked.

“And the plan?”

“I’ve got the security footage in a flash drive, I’ve called a lawyer, divorce papers will be mailed to him next tomorrow and the replica is on your bed with a body cam”

“Awesome, I guess I’ll retire now… I’ve got a long day tomorrow” I moved to kiss her head.

“The movers are coming tomorrow too, don’t worry about packing, I’ll do that for