On my way to meet Elliot after work, I was kidn*pped.
At first, I assumed one of the Grant family's rivals was responsible.
Then I saw Nathan.
He lay with his eyes closed in a bedroom at a private rehabilitation center. He had lost a great deal of weight.
I remained by the door, torn by conflicting emotions.
His eyes suddenly opened. When his gaze focused on me, he stared for a long time before his lips moved.
"Ivy?"
I nodded.
His eyes lit up, and he murmured, "I'm not imagining you. You really came back..."
Nathan swung his legs off the bed, tore out his IV, and took my hand as he headed for the door.
"Let's go home. I chose the wrong birthday present before. Let me take you out and buy you a better one, all right?"
I gently freed my hand.
"No."
"Ivy, Camille and I are divorc
