Ivy dropped her fork on the table in shock. Her mother… she wasn’t her real mother—but she gave birth to her in this life.
As soon as her fork made a clicking noise, falling on the table, Amelia froze, turning to her side. “I am sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to bring this up now.”
“What happened to my mother?” Ivy asked, gripping the table tightly until her knuckles turned white.
“She is not from the Upper East Side. No paparazzi were able to capture her for the past thirty days—” Amelia lowered her voice before she said. “The rumors say that your mother had divorced your father and partied in Belize.”
Ivy shook her head. This couldn’t be true. Her mother could have never left her father. And her father loved her mother so much; he would never leave her—even if her mother wanted a
