Ivy set her suitcase down, removing the thick coat wrapped around her body. She looked around, and the house was so quiet. She was sure Sean and Quinn were home.
"Are they f*****g each other behind my back?" Ivy raised her eyebrows.
She then walked upstairs to check if her husband was in their room or perhaps the girl's room—the girl he hired to conceive a son for them.
"Sean..."
Ivy's steps were getting closer, but the upper floor seemed deserted.
"Sean," Ivy repeated and pushed the bedroom door open, empty. No one was in their main bedroom, but her eyes glanced toward the closed bathroom door.
"Sean must be taking a shower," Ivy muttered. She kicked off her heels and slipped out of the tight black dress she was wearing. That left her body wrapped only in thin underwear.
Ivy confid
