"Say something, damn it!" She yelled, her face a waterfall of sorrow.
Alaric's complexion had drained to an eerie white, while Ivanka's words became daggers, piercing his heart with profound pain.
He felt dumb as he looked at her. How did Baxter learn the truth?
No. This wasn't the right way for her to know. It was never supposed to happen this way.
Ivanka broke down in severe tears.
"This whole time.... The entire time, I was with the same guy I swore to hate. The same guy I swore it find and make him pay fo all he did to me. The whole time, Ric. God!"
She turned around and backed him, raising her hand to her face.
Alaric was numbed. But he forced his legs to move towards her.
"Ivanka, I am... it's... it's not what you think."
"Really?!" She snapped at him, her eyes glaring dagge
