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Waking Up Safe.

Author: Pr3shy V.
last update publish date: 2026-07-18 07:55:26

~ Ivy ~

The first thing I felt was a slow, heavy throb behind my eyes. It felt like a dull metal hammer hitting the inside of my skull over and over. Then came the smell. It was sharp and clean, like bleach and cold plastic.

I blinked. The light above me was too bright, making my eyes water. I tried to lift my right arm to block the glare, but something pulled tight against the back of my hand. A small plastic tube was taped to my skin, and a clear liquid was dripping down from a tall metal pol
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    ~ Ethan ~"Ethan, it isn’t just an accident anymore," Marcus Webb said. He dropped a thick manila folder onto the metal table, the sound flat and heavy in the cramped room.The county records basement smelled like decaying paper and burned breakroom coffee. Overhead, a dying fluorescent tube hummed a shrill, uneven note that had been drilling into my temples for twenty minutes. I sat with my hands locked together on the scratched laminate, surgical scrubs still smelling faintly of antiseptic. I hadn’t slept more than three hours in the last two days, and behind my eyes was a steady, thrumming ache."What did you dig up?" I asked.Webb tapped the edge of the folder. "Ohio. Five years back. College town outside Columbus. A kid named Miller was walking back from a campus bar when Chloe Bennett plowed her sports car onto the sidewalk. Shattered both his femurs. Three months in traction.""And not a mark on her record.""Her old man wrote a seven-figure check before the ink was dry on the

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    What Fear Feels Like Now.

    ~ Ivy ~My fingers twisted the worn leather strap of my purse into knots. I sank deeper into the gray tweed couch in Dr. Wells’ office, digging the heels of my boots hard into the rug just to ground myself. On the wall, the round wooden clock clicked off the seconds. Usually that rhythm helped pull the air back into my lungs. Today, it sounded like a hammer tapping thin glass.Dr. Wells set her legal pad on the coffee table. She folded her hands over her knees, watching me with that patient, unblinking stillness that had saved my sanity more than once."You’re wound tight today, Ivy," she said softly. "Shoulders up, knuckles white. Talk to me.""My head won't stop spinning," I said, my throat catching on the words. "Ethan and I sat with Marcus Webb at the DA's office yesterday. Ethan brought in the full packet before sunrise this morning. It’s officially out of our hands, Dr. Wells. The detectives are pulling the surveillance feeds. They have Grace's sworn statement and the paramedic

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    Building the Second Case.

    ~ Ethan ~"Drink this before it gets cold," Dad said, setting a ceramic mug of black coffee right on top of my open medical chart.I blinked against the harsh fluorescent glare of my desk lamp, rubbing the dull ache behind my eyes. "What time is it?""Past two in the morning," Richard replied, pulling up a visitor's chair and sitting down heavily. He looked at the paperwork scattered across my desk. "You performed two back-to-back craniotomies today, Ethan. You haven't left Northgate Medical Campus in eighteen hours, and now you are playing detective instead of sleeping.""I can't sleep," I said, sliding the medical files aside to reveal the manila folder beneath them. "The Assistant District Attorney, Marcus Webb, made it very clear this morning. He told us that Ivy's statement, the delayed 911 call, and the grainy security footage from the gala hallway are a great start, but they aren't bulletproof. Julian Vance's legal team will spin it as a tragic accident between two women who tr

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Room Nobody Warned Her About.

    ~ Ivy ~ "Ms. Monroe, why report this now, over a year later?" Assistant District Attorney Marcus Webb asked. He did not look up from the open manila folder right away. He was an older man with short, graying hair, sharp brown eyes, and a gray suit that looked like it had seen ten hours of work today. His desk was stacked with tall piles of paper. I sat in a stiff wooden chair across from him. Ethan sat in the chair next to mine. Ethan did not interrupt. He simply placed his hand flat on the armrest of his chair, keeping his shoulder close to mine so I knew I was not alone. The question hung in the air. A year ago, a question like that would have made me shrink until my chin hit my collarbone. I would have thought he was blaming me. I would have thought he was saying, You waited too long, so it must be your fault. I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, straightened my spine, and looked right into his eyes. "Because for a year, I didn't have proof," I said, my voice coming out cle

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    What They're Willing to Lose.

    ~ Ivy ~I did not look at the windows. I looked at the thick brown folder resting on my lap. The paper felt rough against my fingers. Last night, Richard Knight had looked at that folder with grim certainty. "This is enough to act on," he had told us, his deep voice carrying no doubt. "Not just legally. It is enough so that no one will ever dare to call you a liar again." His words hung in the quiet morning room. My hands rested flat on the cardboard cover. I did not open it. Across the room, Ethan sat on the edge of the large wooden desk. His eyes watched me steadily. He did not rush me. He did not push the folder open. He simply waited. "Ethan," I said. My voice was low, barely louder than a whisper."I am right here, Ivy," he answered gently.I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. My fingers tightened on the edge of the folder, creasing the paper."Once this starts, I don't get to control how far it goes," I said. "Do I?" Ethan stood up from the desk. He walked over with slow,

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    Proof.

    ~ Ivy ~I set my phone down on Ethan’s large wooden desk. My fingers tapped twice against the dark wood before I pulled them back into my lap."You said to come when I was ready," I said.Ethan sat in the leather chair beside mine. He had already opened his silver laptop, but the screen was turned slightly away toward the window. Across the desk from us sat Richard Knight. Richard did not have a medical coat on today. "Take a breath first, Ivy," Ethan said softly. He reached out and pushed a glass of water toward my hands. "We go at your speed. If you want to stop at any point, we stop.""I don't want to stop," I said. My voice did not shake. I surprised myself with how clear it sounded in the quiet study. "I spent over a year being told I made things up. I want to see what you found."Richard looked at Ethan, then gave a slow, firm nod. "Show her, son."Ethan turned the laptop so the screen faced me directly. He also opened the paper folder and laid four different items in a straigh

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