The moment the heavy front door slammed shut, Ivy stood in the center of the grand Winters Estate drawing room, trembling. Her breath hitched, her hands cold despite the warmth of the room. For a second, she just stood there—stunned as she replayed what had just happened over and over again in her head.
The more she replayed what had happened the more panic gripped her. Was this how her marriage was going to end? Because of her foolishness? No, it can't end this way.
Stefan had told her to leave his house but she wasn't going to leave without putting up a fight. She didn't fight for her it that time hence the reason all of this happened but it was different now. She was going to fight till her last breath. But what was she going to do? What could she do?
She fumbled with her phone and pressed a speed dial with trembling fingers.
"Pick up, pick up, please pick up," she muttered under her breath, pacing the floor as she waited for the call to connect.
