~Chapter 007

Few minutes later, Ivy came out of her bathroom, in her white robe, with towel on her hair to dry it up. the warm bath had helped calm her nerves a bit.

She sat on her skin care table, in front of her mirror, ready to spend some times on her skin. Just then, Ryder came behind her.

"Hey Ivy.." he muttered, his tone seductive.

Ivy didn't look at him, her focus on her skin care routine.

"Since when did you go back to skin care?" He muttered, his tone a bit teasing, but Ivy wasn't ready to give him any attention, he didn't need her attention and she was nothing to him.

Just as she made to stand up, Ryder held her hand.

She retrieved it out immediately and left to the guest room.

When she made to sleep, Ryder appeared before her bed.

"What are you doing here, Ivy? Is this where you used to sleep?" He questioned, his voice soft.

When Ivy couldn't take it anymore, she threw off her duvet, her face twisted with anger and disappoinment.

"Why did you let her into our home?" she asked, her voice broken, Ryder could feel it.

His heart softening as he goes closer to her, he love Ivy so much and each time she got like this, it hurt him so bad, but she had refused to understand that Sheila was also important to him.

"She said she wanted to come with me and I just couldn't say no. I have no idea bringing her here would affect you, if you want, she'll never come here again." Ryder muttered, his eyes soft and hold enormous love towards Ivy. She wondered why he had suddenly became like this.

But he just laid with Sheila on their matrimonial bed, what was he upto? Her fist tightened and her jaw clenched harder. Ryder was trying to make her feel okay sharing him with Sheila. She'd never agree to that.

"I'm sorry." He added, Ivy's eyes raised up to look at him, he nodded at her.

"I'm truly sorry for hurting you, you're my wife and you'll always be my first priority." Ryder added, Ivy looked at him once more, anger seething from her breath. How dare he say that to her after sleeping with his ex.

"So the both of us will have to share you now?" Ivy muttered, her voice detached. She was getting fed up with everything and couldn't wait to get out of Ryder's indecisive life for good.

"How can you say that Ivy, you aren't sharing me with anyone, she's just my very good friend and I owe her family alot." He muttered, his tone soft and defensive.

"But you laid with her on our matrimonial bed?"

"Come-on Ivy don't be like that, she rested there on her own, alone.. I was in the kitchen when you came in right? With my full clothes on, I didn't do anything with her, I've never did." Ryder muttered, his eyes looking into Ivy's.

She could feel the sincerity in them, maybe they hadn't done anything together.

She knew what happened there, Sheila, that cunning b!tch had left her undies on her bed to insert doubts in her mind.

She balled her fist tightly, her mind still suspicious of Ryder.

"Is that true?" Ivy inquired, her forehead frowned.

"Yes it's true and she already left. I told her you're not doing well, that I needed to take care of you and she had to leave on her own. You are adding weight and looking a bit pale this days what's the problem."

Ivy had some joy stirring inside of her, her husband was finally back, and he even noticed her all this while. She knew it, her Ryder was someone who cared so much about her and notices everything going on in her body.

"No, I like the little weight you've put on, but the pale skin, maybe we should see a doctor, don't you think?" He muttered, his tone soft cupping Ivy's face in his palms.

Her mind juggled with strings of happiness, maybe she should tell him about her pregnancy now.

"Ryder, I already visited the doctor.. I am actually.."

Just then, his phone's screen brightened and started ringing, with the ID, Sheila boldly written on it.

Ivy was irked to her bone, each time she made to bond with her husband to settle the misunderstanding between them and bring their spark back, she was always ready to intrude at the dying moment.

Her brows raised, as she watched Ryder stared at the screen till it finished ringing.

"Alright continue Ivy, what did you say?" He muttered, his attention fully back to Ivy.

Ivy's brows raised and then a smirk curled up to her lips. Her husband was finally getting tired of the b!tch, who wouldn't get tired of her clingy and deceptive self?

She wished he get fed up of her and never hang out with her again. Even though Ryder confirmed he had never laid with her, with her seductive ways towards her husband, one day it might really happen, they must stay clear of each other.

"Yes.. I said no need to visit the doctor anymore, I already visited and he said.." Again it began ringing, Ivy's hand curled up into a fist as Ryder picked-up his phone.

"Sheila." he muttered, his voice deep and manly, the voice Ivy love so much.

Ivy's forehead frown as he stood up and began going outside to answer his call comfortably.

Few minutes later, he was back.

"Ivy, Sheila is battling with her Asthma again, she was calling to come over but I already called my manager to take care of it."

"I needed to be with you tonight. You're getting too reeled up and becoming an angry kitten this days, I don't like it." he muttered and added a chuckle.

Ivy's face turned red as she blushed.

"You're my wife. My Queen." He caressed her hair as he looked into her eyes.

Ivy's smile lit up the room, illuminating her entire face as she gaze into his eyes. Her Ryder. Every curve on her lips, every sparkle in her eyes conveyed pure delight, as if her soul had been engulfed with joy.

Getting lost in the moment, her eyes wandered off to his face down to his lips.

Ryder felt hot in his body, his eyes glued on Ivy's succulent lip's, then it wandered down to her plump boobs.