Se connecterThree years of marriage, and Ivy gave everything_her love, her loyalty, her silence. Rowan gave her nothing… until the day he brought another woman home. Pregnant. Her stepsister. And just like that, Ivy’s world shattered. Thrown out of her own marriage, betrayed by her own blood, and forced to sign divorce papers while carrying a child her husband refuses to accept, Ivy walks away with nothing but heartbreak_and a secret life growing inside her. But starting over in a new city isn’t the freedom she imagined. Between exhaustion, strange threats to her pregnancy, and a truth that doesn’t quite add up, Ivy realizes her fall wasn’t an accident… it was planned. Then she meets him. Zayn Kane_cold, powerful, untouchable. A man who doesn’t care about anyone… until Ivy collapses into his world. He saves her. Protects her. And slowly becomes everything her ex could never be. Just when Ivy begins to rebuild her life, the past comes knocking_desperate, regretful, and ready to take back what it once destroyed. But this time? Ivy isn’t the same woman they broke. And she’s not going back. Not to the man who lost her… when she’s finally found the one who chose her.
Voir plusIvy's POVThe discharge papers felt surprisingly light in my hands.After everything that had happened, I had expected them to feel heavier somehow, as though the few sheets of paper carried the weight of everything I was leaving behind. Instead, they were just paper.The nurse offered me a gentle smile as she finished explaining my medications one last time before removing the identification band from my wrist."Take things one day at a time," she said kindly. "Don't rush yourself."I managed a small nod. "I'll try."She squeezed my shoulder before leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind her.For a moment, I stood alone.The hospital room that had become my entire world over the past few days suddenly looked unfamiliar. The machines had been disconnected, the bedside table cleared, and the bouquet Anna had brought was beginning to wilt.Everything was telling me it was time to leave.I walked slowly into the small bathroom and stared at my reflection.A stranger looked back
Ivy's POVSleep came in fragments.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself standing in the nursery I had imagined countless times in my head. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating a tiny crib tucked into the corner. I could almost hear the soft laughter of a child I had never met. I reached toward the crib, desperate to catch one glimpse of the little face I had dreamed about.Then the room dissolved into darkness. The laughter faded, and the crib disappeared.I woke with a gasp, my breathing uneven as tears slipped silently down my cheeks.For several moments, I simply stared at the ceiling, trying to steady myself. The dream had felt so real that waking up hurt all over again. I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes and drew in a slow breath.Morning had arrived.Golden sunlight poured through the hospital window, bathing the room in a warm glow that felt strangely out of place.A gentle knock sounded on the door before a nurse stepped inside carrying a tray.
Ivy's POVZayn didn’t explode. Instead, he simply stood there by the window, the evening light casting long shadows across his exhausted face. His shoulders slumped slightly, but his voice remained quiet, almost gentle. “Where do you plan to stay then, Ivy?”I swallowed hard, my swollen eyes stinging with fresh tears I refused to let fall. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth tasted bitter. “But I’ll figure something out. I always have. I refuse to be dependent on you anymore, Zayn. Not after everything.”He nodded slowly, not dismissing my words but clearly troubled by them. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, his wrinkled suit jacket creaking. For a long moment, he just looked at me, the same man who had once seen a desperate woman on the street and offered her shelter without hesitation. Now that shelter felt like a cage lined with painful memories.“I’m not trying to force you to forgive me,” he said calmly, though guilt still shad
Ivy's POVMorning light filtered softly through the half-drawn blinds, casting pale golden stripes across the white hospital ceiling. I woke slowly, my body heavy and my mind foggy from the sedatives they had given me. My eyes felt swollen and gritty from hours of crying myself to sleep. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors and the distant hum of hospital activity in the hallway. For a brief, merciful second, I forgot. Then my hand moved instinctively to my stomach, fingers pressing against the now-empty swell.The realization crashed over me again, quieter this time, no screaming, no violent sobs. Just a deep, hollow numbness that settled in my chest like lead. My baby was gone. The tiny life that had represented hope amid the chaos of living under Zayn’s roof had slipped away in a pool of blood and pain. I closed my eyes tightly, willing the tears not to fall again, but they came anyway, silent and hot against my cheeks.I turned my head slightly and saw
Ivy's POV“Ivy!”The sharp voice cut through the noise of the supermarket, loud enough to turn a few heads. I stiffened immediately, my fingers tightening around the carton of milk I was trying to arrange on the shelf.Slowly, I turned.Mrs. Dorsey stood a few steps away, her heels clicking against
Ivy’s POV “It’s just you and me now, little one,” I whispered again, my palm pressed firmly against my belly. The baby gave no response, of course, it was too early, but the gesture grounded me.I had no savings worth mentioning, no friends, and a family that had chosen Sienna over me. Going back
Ivy's POVThe silence after Rowan stormed out was deafening. I stood there in the middle of the bedroom that no longer felt like mine, my hand still pressed protectively over my belly. The divorce papers lay on the bed like a death sentence, mocking me with their crisp white pages and bold black le
Ivy's POVSienna was finally moving in, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had begged, fought, and cried for days, but Rowan remained unmoved. The sound of their laughter floated up from downstairs, loud, carefree giggles that twisted the knife deeper into my chest. They were celebrati






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