로그인Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the rich scent of butter and Grace’s excited giggles. Ivy poured the batter carefully while Grace stood on a chair, clutching a spatula far too big for her tiny hands.“Slowly, sweetheart,” Ivy said patiently. “If you rush, it’ll get messy.”Josh st
Ivy clicked her tongue and playfully smacked his arm. “That’s because you were the one who dragged me into that ridiculous plan to take back my house from Rico.”“And you agreed to it,” Josh shot back.“Because I thought you were just some crazy guy looking for entertainment,” Ivy said honestly.Jos
Ivy, who had been busy tossing salad at the dining table, could only laugh. “You two are like kids fighting over Grace’s attention.”Natasha chuckled softly. “She’s right, Ivy. At home, whenever Nathan sees a cute toy, the first thing he says isn’t about me—it’s always, ‘Grace would love this.’”Nat
FOUR YEARS LATER“Grace! Don’t run in the hallway!”Ivy’s voice echoed through the living room, which was now a battlefield of toys, stuffed animals, and a sticky spill of apple juice on the glass table.The little girl with golden-brown hair looked back for half a second before bursting into laught
Josh leaned back on the living room sofa, his gaze fixed on Alena, who was cradling the tiny baby in her arms with the gentlest smile he had ever seen. Grace looked utterly peaceful, occasionally letting out a small yawn and stretching like a kitten in her grandmother’s embrace.“Mom, it’s been almo
The first few days after Ivy came home from the hospital felt like the beginning of an entirely new chapter in their lives.The once-quiet house was now a world of baby cries, Ivy’s soft lullabies, and Josh’s panicked voice every time their little girl so much as twitched.“Josh, please… it’s only t
***Clara slammed her office door shut, the echo cracking through the corridor. Two staff outside exchanged startled looks before quickly lowering their heads. Clara’s face was flushed crimson, her eyes blazing with fury.“How dare she…” she hissed, tossing her handbag onto the desk. “Standing besid
The music of the party swelled brightly, yet in the corner of the room Ivy felt at ease. She was still standing beside Madam Sohyun, chatting lightly about travel and flower gardens. The older woman’s smile was far warmer, far more genuine, than the polite one she gave to other guests.Then came the
Ivy’s eyes locked with Clara’s, steady and unflinching. “You might be right—this world isn’t mine. But I won’t step aside just because someone else wishes it.”Clara inhaled sharply, her composure slipping. “Ivy, don’t mistake this for acceptance. Being here doesn’t mean you’ll ever belong.”Before
The main hall had grown crowded, classical music weaving softly through the air, mingling with the clink of glasses. Guests in elegant gowns and tailored suits filled the space, their voices a blend of business talk and polished small talk.“Ivy.”The warm call of her name made her turn. Madam Sohyu







