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Chapter 25: The Mistress or The Wife

Author: emmz
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Jude's POV

My hands are shaking.

Heart racing.

Why the hell would she come here?

Why would Ivy show up like this— so bold, uninvited, dangerous?

I exhale once. Steady. I need to be steady.

Then I open the door.

She’s standing by the wall-to-ceiling windows like she owns the goddamn skyline.

Sunlight pours over her, catching the floral pattern on her skin-tight dress like a spotlight.

Honey-blonde hair twisted into a neat bun.

Lips too red. Heels too high.

She turns to me, slow, controlled. Beautiful, as always.

Of course, my traitorous heart tugs.

“Ivy,” I say carefully. “What are you doing here?”

I can’t afford to be nice.

Not today.

Not when guilt is sitting heavy on my chest, claws sunk in deep.

Not when Marion…

“You weren’t answering my calls,” Ivy says, stepping toward me.

Each stride is practiced, a performance tailored just for me. “After yesterday… after the night we

shared…”

I swallow hard.

She runs her fingers up my chest, eyes locked on mine, lips parting just enough
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